but his eyes warn
there is no friend tonight
I sit on the same bench as he
a handspan away
that feels a canyon wide
I reach to put an arm around him
but his eyes warn again
this grief is so alone
I cannot share it
not tonight
maybe never
I put my hands back in my lap
sit
stare at the wall
I don't see any more than he does
sit and wait
no
just sit and be
whatever possibility he makes of it
tonight there is no friend
but tomorrow
or tomorrow's tomorrow
perhaps
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