death of a friend

They found my friend today
I didn’t know he was missing
I’m shocked, of course.

What else remains, remains
and a memory, maybe two,
but not more – it’s been years.

Still, here rushes recollection
Midnight marching on the moor
Weary feet, the rest can sleep.

Quick! Outrun the Beast of Bodmin
and look across the clay pits
This moonlight’s ours, ours alone.

He had these memories once,
How sad to never regale ourselves
with the escapades of youth.

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