Our paths diverged
we did not meet again
Your face remains etched
on my memory

Dragged down
by an obscure affliction
that few have heard of
let alone us

Your kindness was
even down the phoneline
that last time we spoke

Only once more
would you cross
the sea west
to watch the sun set

Where the owl flew
where you saw
for a final time
the gentle hills and green valleys

You are not gone
for as long as those
you knew and loved

And even beyond that time
the hills and moors
the dunes and beaches
the forests and streams

They will remember you

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