Sometimes it’s hard to say goodbye,
As they seem to ruin the moment,the feeling.
People who we’ve said goodbye too in death,
Oh how hard that is:wish we had had more time.
Just a few more hours,minutes even,just a few more,
These words that appear to be drawn in the sand are far from bland.
My I-pad says 23:32,28 minutes to go until 2018,
Oh,those numbers won’t lie,time moves ever forward.
I wish it didn’t,I wish I’d said more,I wish that I wasn’t so wrapped up in me,
Fore loss ,bereavement,emptiness isn’t a destiny,it’s a dungeon mine.
Truly ,those who have lost ,have had the minutes cheated from their grasp,they know,
Their unuttered words,emotions,sentiments sooth us in a soup of empathy.
Fore if we were to forget those whom we have lost,what human strain could we really claim,
Our boasts of education,eridite intelligence,wisdom we say is just baseless.
So,I hold unto the memories of this year,with all its pit like fears,
Fore in that memory comes a starkness of the telling of them.
We must not forget them,any of their foibles,their character traits,their mental meanderings ,
No,they will live in our telling,our breathe,our smiles,our music,our truth.
So now it’s but 19 minutes before the glasses are raised,the fireworks blaze,the old year erased,
But to us who have lost,it can’t ever be,it can’t ,it can’t,it can’t.
As true as the wind doth blow,and the right of passage of the young doth glow,we will compare ,
We will compare our young with them,see them in our own kith and kin and rejoice.
For now,now in the 15 minutes of silence ,I invite you to remember your lost,you kith and kin ,
and I invite you to see them in your own,rejoice that they will live on in your own.
Silently,now,but for these few minutes,I stop writing.
Happy new year and don’t forget those who you have lost because they will shape your future.