Find someone to trust
Find somebody to trust
Even if it is a continent away
Someone who can give and return
Who can ask and receipt-like hands can open
And see
What it is that you are saying
It is to be found in the dark and in the night
But not by day when all worries disappear yet
There remains space
Where the friends once
Were.
Where friends once were, I do suppose, that it
Takes a long time to render
Them ineffectual against
Your slander and respite
For the main is about to be called
Them. And the remainder, us.
