It was In words I never spoke.
Hands I never grasped.
Eyes I never got to fly through.
Dinner we never got to share.
Places we never would visit.
A dance in spot lights we’d never share.
Memories we could never share.
Fights we never had.
The joy of forgiving we couldn’t experience.
Weaknesses we never embraced.
Shared successes we would never forget.
Children we would never have.
Pictures of them we never could take.
Never crying as they married off.
Never reminisced in solitude.
Lying in sickness as we thanked higher powers for all the joy we had.
A sunset beside your grave I would never weep softly.
It was in those words I never spoke: hey, how are you?
-M