Winter Friend Yoko Ono

Once a friend told me of his experience
That he had loved somebody and in pain
He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her
And that he was glad that it was over

He had talked and made love like an expert
But I had never seen his soul
And his eyes had a sort of dead smile
As if he wanted me to believe
That he was still alive

He was a winter friend to me
We walked in the snow to Chinatown for noodles

That was many years ago, in another life
Why do I remember it now?
When I'd heard his story
I'd heard it like a car accident
That I would never be in myself

He was a winter friend to me
We walked in the snow to Chinatown to noodles

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