HIS BEST FRIEND
It was easy to get bitter again
Even if she was his best friend…
All the ways they had failed,
Memories too detailed
Threatened to make him rue their mutual end.
It was tempting to go off in a rage,
But he knew he had to act his age…
To go off on a binge
He felt more than just a twinge,
But with what?–their pocketbook was a cage.
He looked and saw women he could see,
But making connections couldn’t be…
Things that he had to hide
Were waiting deep inside,
Negating benefits from a spree.
His pain and suffering would endure
As long as waking up was sure…
To live was to hope,
Through darkness he’d grope
‘Cause escape was anything but pure.