there are sounds
that come and go
without ever announcing
they won't be back:
the last clap of thunder
in a raging storm
quietly dissipating
into silence
we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew
in similar fashion
the last words
of a person I loved
filtered through my ear
without any fanfare
leaving me to regret forever
the things I'll never say to him
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
there are sounds
that come and go
without ever announcing
they won't be back:
the last clap of thunder
in a raging storm
quietly dissipating
into silence
we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew
in similar fashion
the last words
of a person I loved
filtered through my ear
without any fanfare
leaving me to regret forever
the things I'll never say to him
