Farewell

Standing at the dock I ruefully and sadly prepare to wave you farewell,
Trying to deceive myself that this eminent voyage is unexpected and sudden,
But in truth this ripped separation has long been evident,
Your ascent up the gangway occurred long ago although I blindfolded myself to it.
 
We were the musketeers, the joyful brothers-in-arms,
Who unabashedly laughed and jigged in an arena of more conservative sensibilities,
Our times of fun and yore brought burning phosphorous to otherwise lonely dark nights,
The sparkler of youthful carefreeness and revelry shone unashamedly brightly.  
 
My cold stares and brazenness has likely caused to navigate elsewhere for companionship,
But this front was to protect a tender warm core that I felt inclined to armour,
Ill targeted mocking and delving were clumsy attempts at rapport.
 
Reminiscing of deeds and memories will bring a smile to gnarled features,
A portal back to youth for a pensioner with tired limbs,
A patchwork slideshow for times of reflection and solace.
Cold salty air sweeps up to meet the moisture forming in the corners of my eyes.