The man who was my friend
is my friend no more. When the light
finally comes, I too, will find my place; I too,
will sit behind a wheel and steer.
When we are gone from this earth,
who will care that my friend and I fought?
Soon enough, I will fasten my seat belt and turn
on the news. As usual the world will be a sad
and dangerous place. To whom, then, will I speak
of this sadness, of the danger that is everywhere?
To whom, if not to my friend?