In passing 

In just a few words a section of my life ceases to be. 
Why in selfishness did those words tear that part of me. 
Unto sunder did all the memories go to leave only questions. 
Searching for the last words one did say. 
Were they in anger, concern or fellowship. 
Did we ever really say goodbye. 
Or only see you later. 
But later never came 
and now I can not remember. 

To a good friend who left a hole in our lives due to his sudden leaving. 

Annette Rust copyright 1996