Requiem

For an old friend

Requiem

“You will always be the first” she said
Her star fell from the sky
From a hotel room in Denbigh
The years, they drift on by
Yet still her essence lingers on
The dragon tapestry does fly
The words remain, their voice long gone
The words, they do not die
Like handcraft dice, they tumble round
Far flung exotic shores
Places I will never see
Realms I won’t explore
Realms where I was free to fish
Just too afraid to cast
“You will always be the first” she said
She will always be my last