EULOGY
I sit at my cubicle And go through old mails. A flashback right into my past. I remember you all over again. And you, and you and you. But most of all, You, Sweetie'm. That was our usual pet word for each other. And you were more than there for me even while I was in the gross dark. You were there and made me know the beauty of not being alone with my thoughts. I could easily talk to you about anything and you would hear me With concern in your eyes and encouragement on your lips. I learnt of you well. And then you were gone, like you never were here. But I am damn well sure that I didn't imagine all of those years. Alone with my thoughts, I just wondered how weary you could have been, How tiring and lonely being at the cutting edge of God's work could be. I wonder at myself. If you could get to that point and turn, how much more me? What assurance do I have that I wouldn't? What do I have that they didn't? I am afraid of what this walk can ...