Every year on April 2.
I take a moment to remember
A man I met in Cambridge
He was a great guy
a poet a journalist a dreamer
just like me
Soul mates for sure
but to live with the same kind
seemed impossible
Fates took us far apart
he down under me here
we wrote letters
Fast forward 33 years
we saw each other again
for a brief moment
The next year he died
and I mourn him still
especially on his birthday.
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