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