And so, the day comes, when yet another friend goes home.
When all sins are forgiven
When they glow like a saint with a wonky halo.
When we choose to forget the multitudinous mornings
That we picked up trash and uttered curses
Stepping on coffee grounds and squishy somethings
After another night’s food-foraging.
Where we wish we could, just one last time,
Be mugged for half a sandwich.
Dammit… we’d even MAKE the sandwich!
You have been loved…