in the quiet hours of pre-dawn
in this sleepless drowsy state
i’m reflecting as I’m prone to
yet I know it’s far too late
to ponder on what’s been and gone
and wish I’d done it better
what wasn’t said with my own voice
i should have sent by letter
nothing can prepare us for
the finality of death
how important that these things are known
before our final breath
so today i wish to speak out loud
sincerely and it’s true
i always shone my torch for you
while standing in the queue