Saturday 30 March 2013

To the Friend whose Voice I can still remember.

On a page we wrote
about how we'd grow
and age into death
and how we'd learn
and love with others
we cherish.

But how did you go
before you could grow
and while you were still
learning and loving?
How did you disappear
so suddenly
in a flash
of headlights
so quickly
we didn't see-
you didn't see...

On a page we wrote
about how we'd grow
and age into death
but now it seems
you've skipped the
chapters between birth
and death, leaving us all behind
gaping, wondering,
in shock and sadness
wishing you were still here
to finish the book
you'd barely begun.

No comments:

Post a Comment