We sat on the steps
While others wept
(For their friend
And his sleepy ends)
We tried to
understand
(As only one can)
Where had gone
This tired man
The autumn leaves rustled in a lifeless breeze.
Shivering roots and quaking knees
Before the rain and beyond the wake
Reaper borrows not but takes.
It was evening
By the time of their leaving.
Yes, We sat on the steps
While others left.
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