By Carlos
Date: 14 November 1997

For a Friend Who Has Suffered Much

I open the door, but there is noone.
I prepare a supper, but there is no hunger.

The curtains.
A towel on the bathroom floor.
A dish with the cat's food.

Suspended dust, illuminated by the sun.
Letters from my brother, unopened.

You took my heart,
         my life,
         my soul,
         my light.

Despite it all, 
I'm still here.