My Dear Old Friend
I have been fighting with you.
My whole life, a suffering
By my own hand, disguising
itself as another. I see you now,
not as a cruel consort of my past,
but a dear friend in my youth,
I have just begun to understand.
May you remain my companion
so that I always remember you,
not as the rain drops falling,
or the sun’s light shining on all,
but as the many colors formed
as we spread across like ribbons
in the mystical beauty of this sky.
– jeffrey vionito