Halcyon, the days we spoke
In banalities and inanities,
Such strange little ditties.
They were good days,
And nary one passed when we didn’t reach out
And weren’t they brighter for that?
So many months since we last had a word,
And haven’t they been drab and grey?
Days are long without a friend.
From this distance I can see the sunny hills
We crossed together.
Now they are far behind
And neither of us is for turning,
Though I don’t know why.
Strange how things turn out;
All we missed, and all we will miss.
There is so much to be mourned.
One day we walked out together and shot the breeze
Unaware it was to be for the last time.
I would have said more had I known.