My All My Life Friend Is Leaving Me Slowly, And I Can't Help Him
When he arrived he went through months of clearing, making sure he wasn't now one of the enemy. When he was finally left alone I saw him. We talked and he came right out and said it, while he was in there he found out he liked guys. If I had a problem with that, well I could walk away. I stayed.
My friend is now very ill and dying. The doctors always speak about survival, five months more, but he is dying and he knows it. He lived his long life as a queer. That's one of the things that came out during those long months of interrogation. He is a queer. He sucked dick and he didn't hold back when he found a man on his back. Now he is dying and he is telling me all about this man and this man and this man. He played around, always the same type of man. It was sex, his devotion was to me, all his life. But I'm not queer or gay or homosexual. Now he is dying.
I wish now that I had been a queer but I wasn't. It just never was in me. All I could do was be his friend, always his friend. I have agreed to take his ashes up into the mountains where no one goes and let the wind take them.