Voices came and went
Wafted by rumour’s wind
Like thistledown all motion spent
The truth clung to me
You had killed yourself
In a locked room, another town
Childhood mate, how can I delve
Into the reasons for your doing so?
Perhaps answers lie in your dilated pupils
In playground corner of the past
Hills blue sadness, sharp sting
Of April showers, dark winding roads
Or perhaps in your troubled dreams
When voices intruded, unwelcome" guests
Impossible hopes, a phantom fear
Condones your last unquiet act.
I was the impulsive one, wept
Threatened dire extremities
Now snug in groove, 'fate had kept
for you! That lonely savage rite
Comes now and then to me
Grief its needling touch
Not deep enough for tears you see
In whorls of thoughts thoughts,