Wherever you were yesterday, know

for sure that I thought of you,

that I talked of you, that I hoped

beyond measure

that your day was respectable, that you

did something positive

for someone else and atoned perhaps

the storm you left me in,

the disrespect shown as you slid

into a dirty corner and withered

from my sight, of no contact, of no Time…

I would ask of you, to seek me out

one day and ask of me what your actions meant

but knowing you, once dear friend in blood,

I believe that day will never come.

Ian D. Hall 2018