Farewell

Today's prompt is to write an elegy in which the abstract feeling of grief is made concrete through physical detail.

George

I never knew our chat

on that bench by the sea,

where we watched the mole dig,

would be a fondest memory

I never knew our ride

on the funicular at Cape Point,

which we got for free,

would be a good chuckle

I never knew our drive 

on Chapman's Peak,

after Eileen's wedding,

would grow our faith

I never knew

that I,

who thought you immortal,

could ever miss you this much