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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