A moment,
A whisper, a Scent.
Fast forward-gone.
Blink, turn, reality of time.
Fast or Slow
Quicker than a thought.
Regret, Sorrow, Tears,
Remembrance.
In Sorrow we mourn,
Those we'll never see again.
Remembrance,
is all that we have.
Memories are all that are left.
Regret of words never said,
If only we spoke,
If only we said,
If only is to late.
Precious is time,
yet an enemy of mine.
K.Chun ©5.31.18
*In memory of Auntie Myrt
March 11, 1933 – May 26, 2018
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