Time cannot erase
The memory of your serene face.
Without conscious choice
I hear the sound of your voice
Echoing in the chambers of my mind
When rest and peace I try to find.
On the Bridge I swivel my chair
But another man is sitting there
Head bowed in calculation
At the Science Officer station.
If accidentally I speak your name
My very being wracks in pain.
They say that time will ease my grief -
Time, that fleeting, rushing thief;
All the years together, gone,
Like a haunting, lilting song
With a bittersweet refrain,
Savoured once, then never again.
These memories now return to mock -
I needed you beside me, Spock!
"I have been, and shall be, your friend."
Were your dying words, seconds from your end.
But why did you speak in the future tense?
You knew you were dying, it doesn't make sense.
But what's this I hear McCoy telling me?
You melded with him, his mind drifting free -
You bade him "Remember" - the word burnt like a knife -
He says in time the Genesis world will restore you to 1ife!
So now is not our story's end!
My heart leaps with joy - I am coming, my friend!
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