He left

to a somber service

as we lowered him

and spoke choice words

and spent choice tears

while questions arose

as to his next destination

and how much you would miss him

and how much I would miss him,

raising queries in my own mind

of whether the tears for me

could ever equal

or if you'd be there,

or if it would be

my task to lay you down first

before I would be allowed to go -

but then these questions

and more became mist on a lake,

as I lost sight of the shore.

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