I spent the morning
Looking at you
Every now and then
An old friend talks to you
You accepted them
One by one
See,  they have returned
I told you they would
Like that story, a father to his son
You accepted them
I’m your friend
I lose a body part
Every time a friend arrives
And knocks a piece of me
An ear now, an eye later
A hand here, a leg there
No tearing of limbs
But a silent diminution
An erasure to an unwritten pact
I called your name
You hear me, a whisper now
Of a wind.