Go Back, Sam

- jan-u-wine

Sam:
the world

shrinks:

it is as
small
as
i.


Only

Dark

and sound remain.....

terrible
sound
that tears
at me.

I am frightened.

From far away,
I feel you
take
my hand.

I try,
but somehow
I cannot
see you.


No matter.

I have things
to say
to you.
 

Sam:

how many times
did
I tell you
not
to follow
me.....

now,
those roses
at Row's end....

Sam,
in the
Spring,
they will miss
your touch.

Without you,
what will become
of our friend, whose roots
so beautifully
invade
my Home?

Sam,
the Shire
will have need
of your
strong hands.

Do not tell me
no,
Samwise.

There is much
that waits
there
for you:

gardens 
that flower with life,
sweet nights
beneath
innocent stars..... 

laughter...
and
the songs of children,
(your children, Sam)
playing in the sun......

and....

Rosie.

Sam.
do not make her wait
longer.
 

Just this last time, Sam,
I will tell you,
again:

Go back.

This last bit of Road
is one
I must walk
without
my most
beloved gardener,

my best friend.