For most of us, we friend our body and the feeling is mutual.
We do not notice her or him when we are well,
walking peacefully hand in hand like true companions.
But not for all. Stillborn, early death or sickness throughout life.
So far I have not been one who suffered that way.
I weep for the others, guilt peeps in on occasion.
Now, my body, I wait for the end of our friendship.
Unless an accident takes me, a car, a storm,
a shooter, a plane, what organ(s) like a Judas(es)
will betray me when one day you abandon me?
Without apologizing he or she will begin the breakup.
Too many ways to list. Why scare ourselves?
So, my body, I want to thank you for our long friendship.
I will try not to be angry or spiteful as you leave.
Originally published by Highland Park Poetry