I Made A Friend

I made a friend. 

It was hard at first but it all made sense in the end.

The day we met,

We called it ours.

The resounding boom of the midnight hours,

Outside a bar, the concrete stabbed my face.

And he tripped all over.

We smiled,

Sloppy unwashed tickling smiles,

And saved each other's grace.

I lost him like a wind,

Till he found me cold.

This time we held each other.

In more than nasty weather,

In worse than shame.

Patched tyres and grease

That reeked of early rains.

Slipping past

Ungodly cliffs,

We kept us on the road.

It was a bar again,

His arms this time

Firmly relying on mine.

The whiskey ran like laughing gas,

Soaring our whims to the strangling crest.

He showed me his tripping soles,

The ones I'd stepped on without guilt.

I found his shadow

 Shoving my face to the paved.

We walked our rage,

And broke through grief.

What an event it was,

Of a conquering loss.

Till I fell again, 

And he brought me ashore.

We found each other,

On a sobering night,

Saving one from the other

And everything else

That might claw our hides.

It all made sense in the end.

And the rest of it was cosmic humour,

A dinner-tale at best.