He’s Gone (for George)

He’s a bust-my-buttons hello
A faithful friend; we’ve
weathered some shitstormish eras
when nothing made sense
(save ourselves and
our good opinion of each other)

The kind of friend you can hug
and not let go
and know
it never has to get weird

The one who understands
the digressions of an alcoholic parent
who is like a child – and can
also laugh at some of the confusion

The one with whom you can
watch movies in total silence
or howl and poke each others’
arms, like “yeah!”

He hit the road again
just now
and I wrote this to remember

He’s a quick-before-we-cry

An endless paradox
An understandable conundrum

He’s George

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Some friends you keep forever. After forty years of our friendship and many years of knowing my husband too, George will always be a part of our lives. We should all be so lucky to have someone like that in our lives!

Posted at ABC Wednesday (V is for VISIT!) and in the margins at Poets United and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Peace, Amy