My Friend Who Was Here
It feels like he was here a minute ago
and went out for a walk
to gaze at the clear sky.
I look out the window but the whole
world outside is rain and long stitches
of lightning mutilating the sky.
Darkness fell and I glanced at the lonely
coat on the hanger.
He has been gone for more than ten years,
but his cigarette’s still burning in the ashtray.
The Ashtray -- Roberto Mansi