An Elegy for L.C.

There is no other road for you to take,

It has ended with nothing left to follow.

You shall not grow old nor see again,

Or feel another pressing upon your hand.

 

Sweet memories will blossom in other minds,

But yours have been left upon the road.

I worry at how I am the last to share ours,

And when my road ends there will be no one.

 

                                   

           January 2010