A cyclist passes and I stand
Watching till he fades on the
Horizon, and someone at my
Side says "he's gone".
Gone where? Gone from my
Sight, that is all, he is just as
Large as when I saw him...
The diminished size as total
Loss of sight is in me, not in
Him, and just at the moment
When someone at my side
Says "he is gone", there are
Others go are watching him
Coming, and other voices
Take up a glad shout, "there
He comes!"
...and that is dying.




Rest in peace grandad.