Andrew Charles Forrest

Observations # 61

Observations # 61

 

The clock’s only stopped when you need the time

The stapler’s only empty when you need one

We only miss the things that we cannot find

Like all the things I want to say now you are gone

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Very true words Andrew, especially the last line.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write Andrew.
    Ok, I'll come back, so you can say all them things! heehee.

  • L. B. Mek

    yup, that belated realisation
    when we're all gifted with limitless words
    of wholehearted eloquence, only
    those we need to hear us, are nowhere
    to be found, so as-one we - look up, to the clouds
    and whisper: all - that we hoped to convey
    in that stuttering - goodbye
    of our love's - final, surrender..
    (such a poignant read, thanks for sharing)



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