We Were Once

Though I suffer isolate, and before in stoic silence,
We were once a team.  This was once a shared loss.
Now it is the unity and the sharing that is lost.

I miss the genius, the leader, the one out ahead,
and I miss the substantial beauty, my woman in red,
and I miss the wry wit with the world in his head,

But you, my overlooked, the sweetest, strongest one,
With a soul of gold and a heart of filigreed iron,
Of all who are left, I miss you most of all.