Aren’t you someone I used to know?
Yes, I am he,
Someone I used to be.
It was September,
Some place, Some years ago.
You and I were friends.
More, one might say.
But we had no time for love then.
Now there is no time for anything.
– Bruce Frankland McNichol 1923-1970, in loving remembrance
I got your message, and I trust you got away okay
Peculiar, how you came to mind tonight
Forty-seven years later
A lifetime, your lifetime, to the day
I’ll be along after a while