Goodbye

Dew rests on the
cold morning outside.
Behind closed doors,
a voice speaks of passing.

A small group is
raised to their feet.

The chapel echoes with
songs from the past.

We are what remains;
stories and memories,
swelling like a
turbulent storm.

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One thought on “Goodbye

  1. It is touching that you wrote this poem for Tia. Thank you so much. She would be pleased at your thoughtfulness.

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