Classic Poem

So nothing is left of your agony.
Already your friends remember
your service, splendid occasion.
Your final lover talks only of

you, everyone's pleased he has
a new friend. Your sister's
defying your will, trying to
have you declared insane, adding

you were trying to go straight.
I remember when KS reached the
tip of your nose I'll never be
ready for my close-up now, you
said in the living room. No one
was reaching for the camera.