Poetry Friday -- Voodoo Doll

This poem is not unlike a voodoo doll.See how I seek the form: I croon and coocaressingly to it, to you. I callit by your name. I think it looks like you.How do you like your likeness? Is it apt?Not flattering, unfair perhaps a hintof malice in the lines? I have you trappedat last: in ink, perhaps someday in print.I knead my memories of you into the page --such memories I have of you, my friend!