11.06.2014

Ben Luton

cold comfort, co
ming to mea
ning

many. many.
there are many here, hearing me type, say, sa
ying many.

I hold you, you who were, you who were here that wa
s never here, who will never be here, he
re with my friend
my fri
end

who I kno
w is my
friend.

he is my friend.

he who hold me he
re
in
hi
s home, his home where h
e holds me apart of not knowing we know what w
e were mea
nt to be. he who ho
ld
s me
kn
ow
in
g me not as I was
wh
en I las
t held his comp
any,
his com
pany held me me as it was when we knew me
bette
r th
an
where we ar
e, wh
ere w
e ar
e go
ing