".. and show me another plot of land where
just for a moment I dawdled and losing sight
of you let go your hand ... show me that fooprint.
.. we pass this way but once, you took nothing
with you, and so I , with tears, and regret, pursue
the same path, the space you left.
There are no words, you carried them with you,
four hundred sunsets, there, we counted them all,
and in each one I suspected you were at the end
of the garden , staring at the horizon, taking a
journey I will one day follow. ... goodbye son."