Old friend,
i am not like you.
i want the madness of passion
the rage of heartbreak
the impracticality of suicide
i can never be like you.
we will be friends
who could never be lovers
for friendship is practical.
doable.
love? futile.unprofitable.
a ridiculous waste of time.
ah hold fast to your time my
friend,
i have my own appointment to keep.
so long.
(you will come i suppose
for the funeral.
play 'driftwood' for me.
and make sure
on my tombstone
they engrave nothing practical.)
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