Visit from a dying friend

NOTE THIS IS NOT MY POEM, it is another's.

Visit From a Dying Friend

william

Even the sun dies, he said, 1 and if you lived a hundred million years 2 you could watch every star 3 twinkle out of the sky 4 like lights in the city below 5 (or snowflakes, 6 on touching warm pavement). 7 8 I told him I’d love him to 9 even that moment of full black; 10 but he told me that no one 11 lives for that long. 12 13 We stood on the hill 14 over the valley past sunset 15 and I loved him 16 (though there was no snow on the ground) 17 and when he was gone 18 the city was dark in the valley 19 and I felt a hundred 20 million years old. 21

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