Something Left Unsaid

As with so many days, today I have

spent some early hours writing a poem.

This time a poem about loss which I will

not share publicly. I shall tuck it away

among hundreds of other poems, and

in a few days the memory of it will slip

far away even from me. (So many of my

thoughts have gone this way, faded into

the netherworld of Never Having Said.)

Everyone knows exactly what I mean—

so much we have either forgotten, neglected

or chosen not to say. In my lifetime or yours,

would it have made a difference anyway?

I am sharing this with you instead. Give it

a day or so, it too is doomed to fade away.

Chris Hanch 4-30-18