Remembering a friend’s death
Reminds me
of her fall.
Tripped on the step
Hit her
head and fell
All
of a piece.
Lying on the floor
A gurgle
deep in her throat
The only spark remaining.
Dark avenue opening before me
The Road
alone in the dark
Drowning
in darkness.
Today her flame burns well
Ten years
later
That night it flickered
Almost went
out
Today I remember it
As a dream
A
brief taste of
My
friend’s end.
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