WINGMAN

I was your wingman; you were my Maverick.  You flew into the sun that day, and I followed.  Eyes blinded shut in time.

An arm to hang a coat upon, a clink of glass at a wedding.  A palm outstretched and open, a pen.  A shelf full of clutter, but always space for you.

The sun may have you now; I had your wing when it counted.

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