The road with no return
was trodden by you
three months ago
almost to the hour
It is not a tarred road
with signs and lights
or a track that leads
through the fields
You left behind
what you would
otherwise
never have abandoned
As you swam away
on the midnight tide
we were not aware
asleep under the stars
We found you asleep,
gone,
but left behind
memories and love
At the Window on the West
your companion will wait
until the time comes
for you to meet her again
I still hear your voice
and I know you are near
We shall carry on
and take you with us
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