The Perfect Friend
The only perfect friend is one who died.
Forever, now, he cannot disconcert
Your expectations. With a manly stride
He set himself apart. He let death hurt
You. Agony became his only fault.
It papered over other little sins.
In fact that single gesture might exalt
Him. From that point forgetfulness begins
To canonize him. He will never do
Those huge or niggly things to you again.
Devotion makes him destined to be true
To God and you without mirages’ stain.
..From that moment what remains is pleasure.
….Earlier flaws are erased at leisure.