my goodbye friend
I've googled up that rough-necked town
you ended up dying in
on the edges of a remote wilderness,
not unlike Dodge City
but without the horses
and probably only the odd good time gal for comfort.
Where the bracken surroundings veiled with dew-laden spider webs
and deathly silence waiting for a weak-kneed summer
you never lived to see.
No more shabby lonelinesses for you.
In my memory, you will always remain eighteen years old
that face bum fluffed with soft hairs you thought made you a man
that expression the unforgettable one
broadened with a smile
naively suggesting immortality.