The Lexicon

bychampagne1982©

There isn't a language rich
enough in metaphor and design
to fill this page of words
and love. The pain of living
beyond a day when realization
dawns on wisdom unknown
before it's too late to say
all those clever phrases or even
the simple song, I'm sorry.

Pride and anger, fear and resentment
tie you to a time and place where
you're not sure how many words
it will take to write the perfect
eulogy or even just a letter explaining
how much a friend could give
and how much you've lost
in his going away. But you do
and the lexicon records the illustration
of your stubborn honesty.

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