The Unfinished

bare wood, plain steel, fresh-fired clay what is left lying around and about the ream of handwritten novel notes dangling conversations, what can I say lives transcending their meaning without the human errors, mistakes, misquotes that were wanted to straighten and correct the second chances, opportunities missed if we could do all that we had desired but left in hindsight are only circumspect the bucket things we've left off the list forget all the junk that had transpired would we then go gently into that night the importance of all the parts unfinished at the final analysis just doesn't matter maybe exiting the stage without stage fright without final polish somehow undiminished those things unsaid, some unfinished chatter things mattered more back then in the middle now freed of life to freely speak mind simply felt simply known and simply said things before, more of a Gordian riddle so the rope is cut, such a tenuous line things left unfinished to simply go ahead © Goode Guy 2011-06-01 for a friend