'I'm sorry, it's terminal.'
I look him in the eye
just to see if he's lying
but it's plain that
he isn't.
'Are you sure? ' I ask
'I'm afraid so' he replies.
This is just fantastic,
of all the news I could've done without hearing
today that has to be
top of the list,
if not top then a close second.
'Isn't there anything that
you can do? ' I beg.
'No, it's too far gone for that.'
After all the good times we shared together,
after all the fun he brought into my life,
I now feel helpless,
lost,
I can't save him
and he deserves to be saved.
We've only been friends for
a short time but
he's come to be an important part
of my everyday existence
and without him to keep me sane
I don't know what the hell I'd do.
Sometimes life just can't seem to wait
to kick you in the balls.
'So, what do you suggest? ' I enquire.
'Well..' he says handing me the hard-drive
'I've managed to salvage that but the rest of it is going
to have to be brand new.....'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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