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©2010 by Paul Zografi
My Friend

My friend with the smile
Retains his seat at my table
When all have taken their fill
And wandered away
My friend remains

His eyes hold the thought
The possibilities are entertained
All this convention is a cover
It could all be ripped away
And not be missed

My friend waits in silence
When the hour appears
He rises
He walks toward the door
He opens it and looks back

Before he can say a word
I am there
At his side
We step through together
My friend and I