Tuesday 26 January 2021

Never Finished

by Nick Gisburne

I write to say goodbye to you, my friend
These words, too few, too late, were never said
But nothing brings me closer to the end
The letter, never finished, never read
In everything around me you are bound
A book, a chair, the creaking of a door
Each taste or touch, each smell or sight or sound
Reminds me of a time we shared before
I play our music, cry with every rhyme
And raise a glass to toast the empty air
I long to hear your laughter one more time
I wish I could believe that you are there
    The letter, never finished, not today
    Too painful are the words I need to say