I have a friend
whom I ride bicycles with
on occasion
At 4 AM
fourteen years ago
his life parter died
of AIDS related complications
My friend nursed this man
at home
himself until his death
My friend told me this
to commemorate the life
he had found in love
I promised to go home and treat my family lovingly
I came home and I was fatigued and hungry
and a bit of a horse's arse
but I recalled my promise
and I chilled out
and I passed out hugs
and I doled out affection
and I spent what time I could afford
and I argued as well
Love is perfect
but people are found wanting
All of this is joy
when faced with the specter of loss
or worse yet, negligence's remorse
I owe you one Dave
for making my evening more perfect
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