You're still here

What are you doing now?
You were there on Tuesday
when we were both at the table
doing something

It's a long hill isn't it?
We trudged up the long slope
towards the Emma Pyramid
with you by our side

No the chair was empty
No-one else to be seen
Only two pairs of feet
rustling the leaves in the woods

What are you doing inside?
You asked that day
we saw you for the final time
when the sun was bright

You're still here
although you've left us
By our side
although unseen

Yes, you're in the forest
that's where we had to leave you
But you're not there
You're just plain here

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