For a Friend

It would have taken a miracle

to give him any sort of

quality of life.

He lay there, wracked with cancer,

a flickering candle,

nearing the end.

He lived well, as I saw it,

not a perfect human being,

but there is no such thing.

He died well, I suspect,

chatting up whoever drew near

to the very end.

We don’t like letting go,

but it was for the best,

the only way he would

be made whole.

And he will await us

in a tomorrow

we can only dream of

after a good life.

Well done, my friend;

see you later.

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