Favored Friend
I walk through halls
of fear
where dreams of
beauty and
love and
laughter
dangle
beyond my outstretched hand
and speed my journey
towards death’s door
at far too early an hour.
Alien...
my hand does not know
how to rise
to meet another’s.
Yet I will not want that final door
to become, so soon,
too much a favored friend.
--
November 16, 2000