Can friendship live when friend has left,
	  When keel and sail are rudely stripped,
	  A smiling skull without the lips,
Love of its softness unpossessed?

What new faces shall my face seek
	  That found these fellow faces false?
	  What mirror mimics faces lost?
What redemption beyond such breaks?

Does that departed friend, unseen,
	  Unknown and homeless who's home's in me,
	  Stop his step and think what we
Once were, on all that once had been?

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