Malingering

Friendship is as friendship does–
what never is most never was. It’s not
a rush; it’s not a buzz; it’s not a bit of
dryer fuzz. It can’t be shelved, or laid away;
it can’t just be the words we say. If

you are mine and I am yours, then nothing
can remain of course, nothing granted,
nothing given. An empty room cannot be
leavened with a healthy dose of silence; nor
can an island in the sky bridge the space from
you to I.

Were I a fly perched on your wall, would
I stand or would I crawl? Would I idle; would
I stall? Would I learn to walk, or fall upon my
broken knees and plant a few suppliant trees? And,
if I did,
would you thaw, or would you freeze?

2 thoughts on “Malingering

  1. “… it’s not a bit of dryer fuzz.” Hahaha! I love this, Vance. I found the rhythm very easily in this one, and I like it!! And the first two lines? Fantastic! It’s SO true that what never is most never was… Friendships either are or they aren’t. A true friendship lasts forever… You are talented, my friend.

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