Writing: Peace


Inspired by the sudden death of my dad almost 10 years ago, December 24, 1984.

Your sudden departure
was like water that carves canyons
Leaving the empty space behind it

There are things I wish I’d said
Like how much……
or maybe that you….
Did I ever tell you….

I didn’t think so.

But you already knew.

So, instead,
Goodbye to you
and to everything unsaid
and to all that was not done

Truth be told, if you were here
You’d say the same thing…
“I forgive you, Goodbye”