PAEAN FOR THE COMFORTER

Remembering a departed alumnus who once comforted me when I was depressed.

Since heart-pricked decades ago;

have I not come thus far when another thing

should pester more yet again?

now, of every departed look into those prime years

still stuck to my thought of your comforting me

at my anguished mind in the myrtle of that event,

at midnight while alone leased this world all woe

in subtle reality of the dappled experience of yore,

yet afterwards in the Auction cafeteria

would our last sight of each other be

with a saucer of beef sausage & scone in the left hand

and a ceramic cup of seared coffee with milk in the other

I had mines in the mirror-view delicately clinched

your muse still in consolation for me:

then there were those small minions who from their slumbers

arose from the deep of A25 spheres - disappointing

upon which for better I left the auctioneer's

today, the enchanting words of yore 

leave me in labyrinth of despair

and so does my pride fade away upon your demise

my shipwrecked daydreams in these non-glorious days

are now much more mere wishfuls without you, my comforter.

R.I.P