by Mark Danowsky
Never enough love
for friends of our youth
some of whom get left behind
or so it feels
Hearing one of us went down
unnatural, too soon
I don’t know what to tell myself
with each fresh loss
I turn a little more inward
not ambiguous
layer on layer
What is it we all wanted for each other back then?
Glory? Fame? No―
togetherness
Mark Danowsky is a Philadelphia poet, author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press), Managing Editor of the Schuylkill Valley Journal, and Editor of ONE ART poetry journal.