Tags
acceptance, another ending to the story, death, faith, grief, human condition, life, love, missing, seasons, time, truth, understanding
I’ve no right
for speaking –
no welcome invitation
I wonder even this
would you allow
a moment left
beyond the reach
of reaching all the time
might save my soul
from grieving –
to feel the same again
let me tell the story
as it almost
might have been
let this one confession
free your heart at last
from loving me
believing me –
a vestige from the past
how was I to know
you’d turn the tables
as you have
how was I to know
you’d have to go
. . .
