The Swan with two Nicks
We met on the usual terms
Of affectionate endearment
Bred over more than half a century.
Our talk flared into a satisfying silent numbness
Chris talked of what was to be done
Generally nothing, I thought, but I do remember
Chris praising Farage's intervention
On behalf of the persecuted Yezedis of northern Iraq.
You live and learn. Only in this case we didn't. One of us.
Nobody came and nobody went.
Now, I can recall Chris's love of classical Greek, his disappointment at a life led awry, my nagging worry for my friend.
Neither of us knew that was to be our final time to drink tea and talk of this and that.