I’m an old man, though not as old
as I was ten years ago
when I thought I would be dead by now;
that was hypochondria talking.
I have a friend, my best friend,
who's somewhat older than I am,
yet older than he actually is,
and is very slowly and very surely
How do I say to him
that I’ll accompany him on his journey,
if only in my heart,
that I don’t judge his choices?
How do I thank him
for being with me on my journey?
What will I do when he is no longer
one of my life’s companions,
other than in my memory?
Can love accompany passage into the void,
through the passion of cremation,
to the scattering of the ashes?
I have no answers,
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