MY FRIEND
I was not there, when you needed to be rescued.
your face grotesque, shredded by ugly scars,
signs of wounds, healed without the surgical touch.
absorbed violence restructured it
in the mask of frozen pain,
broken bones erased traces of familiarity.
a wave of fear and repulsion stroke my mind
when my eyes touched your face….
your voice reached my ears,
changed slightly by years of drinking,
frequent bronchitis and heavy smoking.
I recognized your voice, my friend from the past,
my kind, my caring Angel, you saved me ones
you never asked for anything in return,
walked quietly away when the storm had passed
and I was safe….
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