As we grow older, losing friends becomes inevitable because we are people after all and that is what we do. We lose each other.
I think I am greater
than the sum of my parts
but I am not sure what that entails.
There is nothing like a quiet
afternoon in the Fall
but you already know the details.
Orange is your colour
and I remember telling you that
in one of my protracted emails.
You abandoned all pretense
at politeness and told me
to take you out of my second-rate art.
I erased a few dozen words,
emptied out the sent items folder
and that seemed like only a start.
There is a hole where the world
used to make sense before
but now everything has fallen apart.