How long had I known him?
Forty years I realised
sitting opposite at lunch.
His eyes stopped me:
I could not recall them
so bright, his skin so clear,
no trace of angst,
no evidence of his ambitions,
conversation diminished,
mini-twitches and adjustments,
his gaze, though happy,
time-lapsed as was his smile.
I was lost, though not shocked,
when two days later
I learned that he had died.
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