Two old friends

we have known each other long enough how strange i don’t think, if he comes in many disguises… i don’t really know his face/curiously unlined he looks at my letter with open curiosity his eyes are not faded, but a grass green wise and childlike however, beneath the surface bright impression, behind the first it is blank just before his hair grew grey he sucked the ambrosia from his mother’s breasts for 4 years really! What a thing to say he feels awful inside and there he gazed and sighed… for the loss of his best friend/she’d been there for him for 47 years his tears were hard/and pierced my heart. Günsel Djemal-London 2009