Memoriam *

I passed by your bench
the last bench you sat.
The last bench you sat
penning the last note I read.
I playback the instant when
you stare up lying in bed.
You stare up lying in bed
knowing you are better off dead.
In suffering we are entrenched;
most think you quite mad.
Most think you quite mad,
leave a dad, and a cat.

I passed by your bench
in less than seconds ten
In less than seconds ten
you passed; and I was sad

I picture you staring at the setting sea
its dying rays crying "come home to me"

 

 

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To Jeffrey and all those I have missed


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