Fell asleep inside him
after wind slipped through
a window, found a crack
into my absent mind.

Tomorrow lurks around
our edges, minutes fall down
at our ears; a train, engine
idle, takes him too far for
comfort, too soon by far.

Less tall when laying together
more than we are alone
he speaks of things
I’ll never see
in my skin.

My sundown laughter has left
abdominal muscles aching, cheeks
flushed and creased.
He steals some rest.

I begin to write
my best friend’s eulogy.