In a short day's time,
a friend of mine will be joining me.
It's not that I'm disappointed --
that's really not for me to say --
I just never thought I would see him again.
I find it queer, that someone like him
could wind up where he will soon arrive.
I know his father had grander aspirations,
but we all defy the ones we love,
one way or another.
And so I will sit here, and await his arrival,
wondering how in god's name it all happened --
how the joy in his eyes could have faded
so quickly and so entirely.
Why, even now, do I bemoan his fate?
I cannot answer.
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