29 November 2016

That's that then

Three years younger than me…
slim, healthy, but dead.
Walking around on Monday,
working, discussing what lay ahead.
Now cold on a slab today, Tuesday,
people reciting the last things he said.
"Next week, tomorrow, the meeting…
the deadline, the problem, the strife.
Cheerio then, we’ll discuss that tomorrow…"
hours later, departed this life.

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