Losing a Friend
By Tom King
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His hands slipped to his side
As he realised she had gone.
A momentary glance towards those
Standing around, numbed
And without words.
He lifted his head and asked the question
Why? Why had she gone?
But those standing around, numbed
Were without answers.
His mind flew over the years that had passed
The rain that had fallen, the dry winds that had blown
A tear welled in his gazing eye
But those who stood around
Were without comfort.
Grief like floodwaters poured over his head
He drowned in it like a man lost at sea
Engulfed by the towering waves.
But those who stood around
Were out of reach.
He realised what it was
To lose a friend
A dear and trusted companion
He wept, and looked for the last time
At her body, cold, yet strangely alive
But those standing around
Were as good as dead.
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