the promise

The promise

A friend of mine died, and I had promised to 
Take his ashes up to a  hill and strew them there
Then make robust love to his wife
His wife sat by his bedside and agreed
We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind
Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking 
about what a great friend he was
Driving to my house, we became a bit silent 
In the house, we drank some more, and I knew that
I could not get an ********, nevertheless 
We tried to honor his wishes; we failed utterly
She had stomach cramps, and I had no ********
We had both drunk a lot of wine for this 
purpose fell asleep
In the morning, we drank coffee, and I drove her
to her house, and we are best friends forever
I think his plan worked

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