I’d rather not waste the ink
To try and tell you what I think
There’s other poets that can write
The truths that I will never know
The words much better for the show
GoodBye
The endgame
No good moves left
No discussions
Worth having
No more lunches
With the brilliant
Or the famous
Only the final steps
Of the last cold trail.
Silence
There is silence
In my heart.
Not love
Not fear
Only silence.
Hope
A half life time ago
My wife was dying
From melanoma
The chemotherapy
Failed her
But she hoped
Her last round
Would keep her
With me
I couldn’t say no
To her hope
Never take away hope
Love
Whisper words
The sweetest sound
That I will ever know.
Whisper words
The bonds of love
That will forever grow.