Another Kindly Friend
- jan-u-wine
Always,
always,
my thoughts
are of you.
At this moment,
as you
send
me
from you,
I fear----
for you.
My poor,
mad
friend.
What
do you see
when your face
is held
within the mirror
of a stream?
Someone
who
does not
live.
Please.
Let me go
with you.
Just this little way
more.
I know:
You wish
to
kill
me.
Let us walk
just a bit
further
and
then you may
.Give me your hand...
it grows
Dark