To my friends:
now, a new chapter begins.
You, who have stood by me
while all else deserted;
You, who could see
what really mattered.
Those of you I joked around with
or engaged in staring matches
being normal: a myth…
You, who also had sweat patches.
Then there were those closer;
more than just friends
those to be hugged tighter (or pushed further)
to steer clear or worship as godsends.
The Beethovens and Puccinis
astounding, so incredibly talented
others, as dry as ten-day grissinis
or like ancient blades—blunted.
Peculiar, bizarre or perplexed
your faces have been;
while I was not vexed
some things cannot be unseen.
The future world leaders
and the future garbage men
all learned literary readers
some wishing they said “amen”.
The party animals
with seemingly bottomless bladders
others, mammalian cannibals
starting already to climb career ladders.
To be very brief, indeed,
it matters not whence you come
or what devils you believe in;
it’s the shared experiences:
those are second to none
and the cameras we have smiled in
putting aside our differences.
I have a message unsmall:
I love you all.