It is harder to remember you now,
Not your face, nor your name;
Such things are on record, made permanent
By words and lines on faded page,
But who you were, why we were,
Where the journey ended and
What became of the little pleasure we had.

You were as wind to sail,
Music to rhyme,
Effervescent, a talisman against a
Black world. I am bereft, shallow,
Alone, brought to my broken knees
With the knowledge, the taste of
A life to be lived absent you.