404 and 405

I couldn’t find what I was looking for

once, when I searched the Infinite Textbook.

I must have got the wrong page number, or

somebody, from the book, had had it took.

I knew not where else I might go and look,

for this page held all I was looking for.

Perhaps not so “infinite” is this book,

in which, they say, on all things you can pore.

And then again, perhaps its author chose

not to keep up-to-date the page he wrote.

For, as always the Textbook grows and grows,

the ink can be, by time and error, smote.

But whate’er was the cause for this Book’s sore,

the page had only written “404”.

~~~

A man once made me feel as if I were

the best of any friend he’d ever had;

and though my kindredness was lackluster,

he never made me feel I was that bad.

No matter how I hedged and wore his way,

or backtracked his best kindnesses towards me,

he always sought to find me anyway,

and was my friend whenever he could be.

He made me feel, despite my foolishness,

that all my faults were naught to one like him.

And never did I feel so any less

than when I called his name upon a whim.

With him, a man who I had never seen,

I felt at home, more than I’d ever been.