From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886
My Friend
It is so forlorn to say goodbye
To a friend well nurtured who satisfies
The quintessential definition of friend.
All good friendships too soon must end.
I leave you with a bit of my heart.
My wistful smiles and jokes as we part
Will linger still in your soulful eyes.
Friends like time so swiftly fly.
I am glad I knew your clever ways.
Your memory I will visit on quiet days.
Remembering the words you shared
Each gesture and thoughtful tug at your hair.
I will treasure each and every scene.
Every pronouncement and every dream.
My Friend, I will always keep you near
Alive in the distant laughter I hear.
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