So the companions

of Ulysses those that were

still with him after

the nights in the horse the sea lanes

the other islands the friends

lost one by one in pain

and the coming home one

bare day to a later

age that was their own

but with their scars now upon them

and now darkened and worn and some

broken beyond recognition

and still missing the ones

taken away from beside them

who had grown up with them

and served long without question

wanting nothing else

sat around in the old places

across from the hollows

reminding themselves

that they were the lucky ones

together where they belonged

but would he stay there