For Philip

when I wake,

if wake I may,

it is you there.

you, breath shallow

and wavering.

I have no right to watch you

in your state of rest,

and you had no right 

to fill my void with sugar.

and Philip, I want you,

I want you to understand me,

to talk to me,

to know how I abandon

my sorrows for you.

I have come crying

at your feet before,

have suffered days without you,

and you never left me.

if I cry for you,

you must have been good to me,

on the floor, bleeding out,

but still breathing.

see, I'm an easy target,

only takes a glance to piss me off,

but everything becomes irrelevant

when you're near.

where did you find me? 

where did you come from?

I've been rotting for so long,

you shouldn't he here,

no, no not with me.

good morning,

how did you sleep? 

well, thanks.

yourself?

for once, I feel happy-

no,

I am happy.

I am a poet,

so you will live forever

on this page

and in between the minds 

of all who read of you.

thank you, friend.