There are some friends
who just go.
But we are not allowed
to talk about it.
I called for you.
I put posters up for you.
I checked Craigslist for
you. I still call for you.
And when I pull into
my driveway, I look
for you. Under the camper
or in a tree. I look for you.
Leaving my world without
saying goodbye.
(c) November 2018
George is an independent essayist, poet, and jouranlist. He lives and works in Rochester NY.
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