I asked my friend of all
The people he has known
In this world would he want
To meet again in his next life
Not his parents or brother he said
Neither side of his family
No one he was especially close
To in school or the menial jobs
Like ants crossing a table it took
To get to a certain truce with himself
The solitude it takes to own
The ball you've thrown
Returns for you to catch
And looked at me just you
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