Dear Loved One,

There are so many things I left unsaid

Was I

afraid

in the moment

Unaware

time was not our friend

Convinced

you knew them

Thought

you didn't need

to hear them?

There are so many things we didn't do

Was I

caught up

in work, in living

Unsure how to afford

the time you asked for

Hopeful

we'd make time

one day

to live out the lives we

dreamed of?

There are so many times I didn't

tell you the things

There are so many times I didn't

listen to you

There are so many times I didn't

do the things

There are so many times I didn't

stop doing the things

for you

Here we are, or rather

aren't

I walk the path of two

as one

Your coffee cup

cold, stained,

sits here kissed by dust

I slide my finger along its lip

There are so many things I left unsaid.