Jack Coyne

Memories also fear death

For, already, those days of

Falling from trees and falling in love and

Fooling around and

Feeling alive,

Are dying

For they lived

And loved life

Vivid, and eager and hungry, not

Mere myths, or rumours, or

A long forgotten name

Of someone they never knew, so

Carve your face into the moon.

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