BANDANA

The bandana

that you lent me

to wipe the sweat from my brow

the dirt from my eyes

the tears from my chin

is frayed

is faded

is far from its best.

The bandana is worn,

torn and soon to be mourned.

The bandana is near its end

and

though it lasted far longer than our friendship

has seen that tired beast buried so far back it can hardly recall

I shall hold onto this bandana

just a little while longer.