LUCKY YOU

                                         Richard Springer

Ah,  lucky you

The talk, wine, sex… work, art,
opinions and appetite
- so much distraction,  pieces of the day.
It’s plenty, almost enough.

But in the end
 even you
    must stop-

feel everything drain away
to just a wild emptiness,
only the aching swell, a torn spinnaker
  of split existence…

  when your friend dies.

    Lucky you.