by Torin
Is the time of leaving
Already upon us?
How little I know you
Though we have traveled
Many roads together.
The foes we've slain
Number in the thousands,
And their blood is a bond.
How few were the quiet moments
We shared between the battles.
How precious they!
In all this time
I have gained
Only a glimpse of your heart.
Now you leave for other lands,
For the roads call you,
And even your friends cannot delay
The hour of parting.
I fear that never again
Shall I look upon your face
So dear to me.
In memory you live forever,
Or at least as long as I live.
But memory is a weak thing
When Now presses its demands.
How little I know you
Yet how much I hurt
Knowing that our time is done.
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