Author: Jim Vincent Viglione
Title: He Was My Friend
Type of Work: poem
Source: CMv1 #5

© Copyright 2002 Jim Vincent Viglione

It was in my 47th year that my friend bid me farewell.
His plane's trails of vapor whispered 'good-bye'.
No longer would my head rise and fall upon his breast
While his soft sweet breath slaked my thirst for comfort and solace.
No longer would his arms provide me safe haven from
bad demons and dreams of discontent.
No longer would our dreams and visions be shared during
midnight, alcohol induced, giggly fun of tickling, pinching
moments of pure pleasure.
No longer will I feel his loving presence,
because my
friend left me in my 47th year.