The photographer

Today I saw the photographer

and the graphic novel

publisher

I saw my former friend

On her bike last night

Later I found out she was wed

What does it mean?

Oh fate

You always seemed a bit too keen

To bear down on me

I added a letter to no

And it formed the word

In my other tongue

You know honey 

I really thought 

I would die

So many times

Struck by disaster

Does it ever really help you master

Fear?