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You speak and walk away -- yet, as you close
Your resounding, rhetorical echo remains
Leaving aching silence speaking still
Left unanswered they must not be
Many questions asking me
“Would you?”
Would I?
Yes
I would
Remember you
For your dearness
Forged the nearness
Distance can't preclude
My grieving mind and heart
With an effortless remembrance
Would trace our steps, however few
Rehearsing our words, polished like new
While the sand flowed through its hourglass
Leaving neither you nor I behind to watch it go
… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … ... ... ... ...
… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … ... ... ... ...
You speak and walk away -- yet, as you close
Your resounding, rhetorical echo remains
Leaving aching silence speaking still
Left unanswered they must not be
Many questions asking me
“Would you?”
Would I?
Yes
I would
Remember you
For your dearness
Forged the nearness
Distance can't preclude
My grieving mind and heart
With an effortless remembrance
Would trace our steps, however few
Rehearsing our words, polished like new
While the sand flowed through its hourglass
Leaving neither you nor I behind to watch it go
You are a beautiful soul and poet, my dear friend. Your efforts do not go unnoticed, either in prose or friendship. :-)
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