Christmas: Last Walk

Who will miss me, when I am gone?

          I will miss you, when you are gone.

No one will know me, when I have gone.

          I will always know you; you are my friend           and you love me.

There are many noisy others.

          There are none like you; you are my friend.

I cannot remember where I wanted to go.

          I see that. It doesn't matter.

We are walking, we.

          We are walking for the           last time           of all.

I do not know the way

          Nor do I. No one does.

What will I be, when I have gone?

          My friend.

I will stand here, for a while, and think

          Think where you wanted           to go?

I will smell the crisp autumn, and know that the Spring is no longer for me.

          You are the Spring,           and I remember           running.


©  Copyright, 1999; Malcolm Beckett



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