Two Friends

she is too tired to write
i perfectly understand this
i must tell
i know what tired means
or the exhaustion
to say the words
i know what dying is
i have to tell her about this

and then she realizes perhaps
that she is not at all alone

we have to see each yet
face to face
and then i know how a smile looks
like,
how misery is shared and how
it becomes one
fusion of bliss

two people dying
and not one is scared.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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