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
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Very true words Andrew, especially the last line.
Andy
Good write Andrew.
Ok, I'll come back, so you can say all them things! heehee.
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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