Time by my side

By the fading light of a late November sky,

In my mind's eyes he is here by my side.

Down along that wintry walk by the river.

Ripples of rhythm, as an east wind blows bitter.

The footsteps heavy now on the wet cobbled stone,

Borne from the recess of a forgotten soul.

His quite company odd and comfortingly cold

Reminds me to cherish, to love, before he wastes me old.