It is our last supper
And you were
My very best friend
With a warm kind of strength
You still hold my frozen
Yet sweaty heartbroken hand
And whisper in my ear:

‘Never was I closer to you
Never had I felt so near
But after we will have finished
This final meal together
Our friendship will be through’

Prior to termination
I get up from my chair
Walk away from the table
To look back
In obvious despair
Only to see you
Already mingle very intimately
With your new best friend

And notice you holding
Her ultra soft porcelain hand
I close my eyes with brutal force
Squeeze out a bitter tear
Knowing for sure now that
This really is

The end