Adieu my friend…

The sunbeams grow dim

To fade away in the gloom.

Each moment of our childhood 

Once stark and vivid

In its clarity

Blurs to a pale shadow.

The fabric of memories grows frail

As it flaps forlornly, 

To fray and tatter in the wind.

The light that burnt so bright once

Has gone out.

Leaving good-byes

Fluttering in its wake.