For a Friend

The water was still and

The horseflies buzzed, when

We talked about moving away. Here,

We were already doing that;

Sitting on hot rocks and

Eating from cold cans.

Later, the sun will set and

We'll look out for where the Earth curves.

And when we leave, we'll leave

The stones from ‘round the fire

In all their right places, so that

Others might find them.



All that I ever wanted

Was someone to give up with.