I Am Caspered
We met upon the stairs. In a brief moment of chance, I did not allow myself to be drawn away by other brighter, faster burning lights which held a momentary fascination and then flicker away destined to other paths. Approaching cautiously at first, you smiled. I drew a breath carefully and consciously, trying NOT to be the consumer and consumed at the same time. I can assure you, I am guilty of both. These guilts are born of my own selfish, greedy nature.
May the full cost of lies and truths be now forever damned !.... Brace yourself for the tide WILL come and claim its prize for both of these.
There is no more time, now you've gone for the long rest. Your part in my equation can now, never be solved. You have been removed, YOU, from all who loved and embraced you, and you, in return, embraced over the years. From your family, your kith and kin, your nearest and dearest, within the donjon of your castles' keep, where the young tendrels took root, were nurtured, and grew into strong confident men. You from Me. I think that length of time, I can not bare...You've now been long away these many many years. Too long have I focused and placed worth upon the many stresses each day bent and cast upon us. After, when too, I have made that forever last bed, no cost can be measured there, only the infinity of space and time can be quantified. I have no course corrections I can make in that sheathed landscape. They come in their own sweet time and, once upon you, there is NO second encour. I am behest to say, you saw the one true being held inside here. The die has been cast in that long winding, corridor through time, in memorum. If not for you, my life would have been less. Foolish vanities lain waste to this desert soul. Dry and barren this desert landscape. The trifles of an average day we shared. Thinking not of how quickly we would away from those hallowed halls, on those dark worn stairs we trudged together. Our arms tested under the weight of 8 to 12 books in Junior year secured only by our chins.
This Casper, I remain for my friend , who saw all as I did not and still remained my friend. The sinking barge of good intentions, I lain more, put upon more, and still you steared north and true.
Sleep well now my friend.
No one has had a better or more thoughtful friend as I had in you.
Copyright © Kimberly Sikorski | Year Posted 2022
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