(to) Absent Friends

This used to be a garden
where we tasted of all the fruit
and chased our every daydream
in a wild, joyous pursuit.
But now the winter has set in
and the trees are bare and withered,
where through the desolation
that wicked snake has slithered.

And one by one, they packed and left
and the halls, so empty, echo.
All that’s left for me to do is
hold my breath and let go.
We tried so hard to come together
and stand against time’s wreckage
but now it seems just bandit bands
pick over the rabble, ravaged.

My absent friends, I will look for you –
your light will shine forever.
We will not pass this way again
but some way, we will, together.

 

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