Palinode IX

Palinode IX


I met a suicide
here,

a young man
who looked

eighteen,
who could not

stop talking
in parables.

He had made
the world

a better place,
he was convinced,

by leaving it,
but, boy,

how he missed,
how he missed,

his friend
who was more than a friend.


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