Let loving words unsaid remain
In place of lost goodbyes withheld
For unsung verses bittersweet
In songs of memory shall obtain
A timely voice without conceit
Untuned yet echoing harmony
Lyrics unheard yet ever felt
Our song unsilenced bidding farewell
T.B.T.
A few words from the author: I’ve realized recently that the more living, learning, and loving you do, the more you have left to do. It’s a perpetual cycle, so it seems, but I kind of like it. Writing has become one of my vehicles to express and reflect upon this cycle. Come along for the journey, if you so wish, HERE.