In Memory Of Albert Victor
On Starlite, your friendship had been the first
that I enjoyed. Yet, later, pride---that cursed,
crude failure of my personality---
intruded with embittered perfidy.
And that grim incident's sudden intrusion
brought our close friendship to a cold conclusion
Sixteen years since our awkward falling out;
too soon after, you traveled Life's last route,
such that I cannot make apology
to you, but only to your memory.
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