your eyes now old, still clear and bright
the body, toils of war made slight
this hand I hold, tho' frail, yet warm and light
...
exchange no words of consequence
against your gaze I've no defence
our common loss becomes uncommon sense
...
the years between hold us in thrall
we miss the night's last footsteps fall
my friend, oh were you ever really here... at all?
...
alone I watch the dawn ignite
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