parting, one young
one younger, and beginning a pilgrimage
in search of himself.
Come with you?
I’m not that young –
though the rest of my life
will not be what I intended,
and I’ve intended nothing.
I would not have wanted
to see you die
but would have wanted
to know you ‘til death.
You know,
men are harder to replace
than women, but women
are irreplaceable.
Perhaps on my holiday –
only two weeks a year
to visit far-away old friends,
that are always too far.
Maybe we’ll meet again at 40.
In a bar. In Athens
We’ll drink Ouzou
and share a Greek whore.
We’ll celebrate this moment then
pulling at our youth,
and reflect that every moment
is a poem,
that only need be written down
as a reminder.
