It’s a sad and relentless time
waiting for a friend to die.
Time crawls towards the moment
when he will be gone
and we cannot return afterwards.
All the memories, jointly held,
will be mine, alone, then
half of their meaning gone
and all of the living embrace
of a friendship
vanished.
Gallagher
25Sep2024
Christchurch
– About Gerry Briggs in Paris
approaching his end.