As my winter ends,
Yours begins.
While the others bask in spring
And glow with their rebirth,
Your fire begins to fade,
A candle to the dawn.
The morning sky grows sickly.
I watch my friend die.
But as long as I remember
You will never die.
Remember your name
And the happiness
Of our first days together.
Remember you were family
When I had
Or wanted none.
Remember how you followed me
After the month
I was away.
Remember your eyes
Begging me
Not to leave again.
Now I follow where you lead,
Always wanting you near
For fear of
Tomorrow.
When I will stand behind the door,
Aching for your return,
Knowing it is too soon
To follow.
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© 2017 Edward P. Morgan III
