To My Best

Not knowing
one way or another
if this is the last second
I will ever see him,
I look into his eyes
and tell him I'm sorry,
and he says
there's no need.

No need.

I'm suffocating
at the seeming loss
of our friendship,
deeper than the simple sharing
of our DNA.  

I've said something,
done something,
somehow stepped over
that last hurdle
and now there is
this burned bridge
which is not able
to support
the faintest excuse
to talk to each other.

I walked to the car,
without saying good-bye,
turned the key,
and drove away.  

This is the first time
in the second half
of my life
that the first half
made no sense.  

Before,
even in the worst moments,
there was always you.  

Today,
feeling incapable
of breathing,
I have nothing
worth remembering,
and the next step
is just more
of this one.  

It's a pale day
on the trail,
and my shoes
are too loose
for running.  

What's the point
of walking,
when the laces
are only
in the way?

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