Fearless grief fleeing and spending me in company
Tears falling fleet as frontliners, sheeting down to blot my collar
My wife’s hand on my back lending succour
Colour-bereft black column watching a bike wheel conjure white smoke as at a Pope’s election
Directing my quill, tears salt my cheek in pink streaks
You have arrived at the next life, who last week lived
First livid then crushed, we meet now seeking to honour your life and replenish our memory with stores of you in happy youth
Suited up for a night out, ever a night owl
A jousting knight on a barded bike blazing fiery into night
We give breath to everything now; that nothing be left unsaid for days no longer promised
That you would not become your death, who had lived boldly and memorably
You were honest and we who knew you were honoured.
Alchemisland 
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