You now live
in a place
the sighted
have never seen,
with roses
more crimson,
and rivers aquamarine.

Your absence
mopes around me,
the sun rises
with head bowed,
music is lento,
we can talk no more,
phone calls not allowed.

The message
of your journey
came from far away-
that you suddenly
had climbed the stair,
and I could not be there,
I could not be there.

04/22/2003

Author's Note: Had the news of the loss of a very dear friend for over 50 years. I was shocked but not surprised as I had been thinking of him lately snd the thought crossed my mind that he might go. Funny= he didn't complain of being ill at all the last time I saw him. He was fine.

Posted on 04/23/2003
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