The Song of Patroclus

We shall meet at last, when I am finally laid to rest. You had to cross first, for you witnessed my leaving, Achilles. I wait still, in silence, to hold thy hand in the dark below, Alas, all of this—just for the fleeting echo of fame. I shall see you soon, Achilles. So much of you remains with me, woven into my soul. I speak often with your mother, Together we mourn and celebrate your immortal grandeur. I feel the hour drawing near for our reunion, I never knew how much weight a name could carry.