It’s forty years on, and now
I can walk and find myself
in hallways we once roamed
None now to remember your name
I am here now
I will bear witness
that Jay was here
His shy smile and nervous laugh
Dark eyes and hair
haunted like a beaten dog
We were mates from the Old School
our proud rural contingent
We were quiet
We were artists
and they ignored us
Until you drowned
in 16″ of water
I wasn’t there
but I know what happened
So sorry
We could not say goodbye