Before the joke was made, usually I was scolded for being
base
When assembly was in full flow, a glance would have us
both in stitches
Time shared and psyches formed.
Days pass, as days do, some relationships need time and
effort
Fallen comrade, do you want me to help you?
“No Mois.”
You were sure, the many gathered were in shock
Words were read, somehow read aloud
In the still silence.
Partners left behind, a villain stalked the scene
An angel chose to make a point
This is not a life.
Underlying pressures, super-servient intuition
No way of reversing, in these dimensions
Our choice appears made.
Without you that part of me is gone
I would have showed them who was wrong
For it wasn’t us.
No knight ever made their excuse
No hero ever had to turn recluse
No mate, you’re not alone.
The words that go in lodge somewhere for ever
Given two choices, would you do the same again?
What becomes of false dichotomies in the man.
With your best clothes on, the one who found you
Was not the ones to who you were lost
Nor the ones to who you were betrothen.
Extended family, bredren
No more violence, that stopped with you
How the thought stings, how a hero couldn’t be.
Lucky to be alive? The coward talkers may be
The villain, not so much
The friend?
Those days we know your loss recur; two gross, three
score and more -
each orbit, until the hero’s tale becomes folklore
To have the courage.
Mate, ffs. Are you
sure?
“Goodbye Mois”
Deep voice, say no more.
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