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Over a decade now.
Still strange to prowl without you, friend.

Nobody talks about you much.
The other night, though,
I could hear your sniff-sniff-huff,
Your toenails on the wood
Outside my bedroom door

And found, this morning,
One short, black hair
Clinging to my wrist.




So long between visits

And then you arrived

Standing quiet before us

The fair one

The dark one

The sweet melancholy

The one with the temper

Adventurous souls, all

Together at last

So let us call greetings

Whenever we pass

Kindred souls

And remember each other