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For Andy and for all who loved him and his music.
It’s just like when someone
Leaves the party before you,
And bereft you stand, the words
You’ve always wanted to say,
Rehearsed but still enveloped,
Inside your head.
Or when that friend who joined
Your trip to manhood, and you
Choose diverging roads,
And as he leaves, you hear
That minor third, and fear
What-if you’ll lose sight
Across the miles or years
of forever?
But more for me it’s like
A loop that never ends,
Of Paradise Lost and Found but Lost again
As he who made your words soar
And touch the sweet spot of tragic happiness
Has left us,
Has left us,
Has left us with that music.