Showing posts with label 12.4.74 from the manuscript "From Bogart to Gable". Show all posts
Showing posts with label 12.4.74 from the manuscript "From Bogart to Gable". Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Port

Here, 

in my bed

on a warm December,

 I can draw the warm blanket 

of friends around me

discovering me today.

I want to remember,

and I love

because you are alive in my mind,

friendships in the Port of life.

And when I must leave

you

will not be left behind.