We meet again
Been a long time
But we're still friends
How could I forget you
You were just over my shoulder
Looking at everything with mild amusement
My feeble attempts at happiness
There is broken glass in this handshake
Grind it in deep man, make me bleed
I still cannot feel anything
I think I am immune now
Immune to feeling happy, sane or insane
I don't really feel I have anything to say
But would you like some vodka?
I read an email today, from one of you. Thanks. This poem is for you.