Though you protest that your birthday means nothing to you,

To me, your friend… your comrade and sometime companion in the challenging light

The shoulder each we offered

Upon one another in dark days that we suffered side by side

Only reminds me of how fragile the rhythm between us has become.

Once I made my way to Oxford, a night of comedy in your honour

And in which the only laughter

Was on my head and the gallantry whispered gently goodbye under

The Moon in which we stared at as much at that moment