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No Time to Say Goodbye

She slowly began to slip away, Then suddenly she was gone. At 1:00 am she could not stay And died hours before dawn. She died too fast for me to say, “Please stay, don’t move on.” And other things I never said, Haunt me and linger on. Where she went, I cannot follow, And no one I know came back. My rattled mind rings sadly hollow, And my conscience is on guilt’s rack. She always knew she had my heart, Yet she still wanted my soul. Maybe I should have given in, Because life sharing was our goal. People hide behind life’s walls, And rarely venture out. There upon the ground they fall, And dwell among their doubts. Silently they ask themselves, “Why can’t my soul be free? To live my life and in love delve, For all the world to see.” Love comes from the inside out, It’s not lightning from the blue. And with love there are always doubts, But it’s purity we pursue. I’ve kept these things all bottled up, Between my fears and doubts. And these things my life disrupts, Since I have never let them out. Her sudden death I now accept, As her sad, but finite, fate. And, at love, I’m still inept, Because my caring is second rate. But one thing still besets my mind, And it makes my conscience cry. I never bothered to take the time, To prepare for her goodbye. I will see what the future brings, Now that she has passed on. But I cannot forget the many things Not said that linger on.

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Date: 4/3/2024 11:30:00 AM
This soulful poem tells a common tale. There is always something unsaid. I felt a deep, sad impact of this write.
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Steven Getz
Date: 4/4/2024 6:20:00 PM
Yes. People usually think things will be worked out among their loved ones before they die. But death is a cruel master.
Date: 4/2/2024 6:20:00 AM
A good description. Well written.
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Steven Getz
Date: 4/4/2024 6:26:00 PM
Thank you. There is always a void in death.

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