by Nick Gisburne
We both escape, but separate to run,
And war divides our lives for fifty years,
For, even when the final fight is done,
We find new friends, new families, new fears.
With more than luck, coincidence, or chance,
The universe commands us to collide.
I find you in that little town in France
Where both of us, in terror, had to hide.
Incredible, impossible, but true.
A marvel that we meet again, today.
I want to share the years we never knew,
But time has taken all my words away.
I see the coffin silently descend.
Sleep well, and find eternal peace, my friend.
