The Wayfarer – in silence speaks

I was gifted with more than one

As if one would suffice – I ask

How long could one last

the ticks of time grows longer

the creaks in the floorboards

only matched by your

rattling joints

One was cold – distant

Another warm – touching

One spoke of gift as good

Another saw poison – a marriage

One stood out

Another cared not

When all the pieces are in place

The picture nailed to the catafalque

You can say

I knew him – and all his ways

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