Communication

When we first met
our eyes brimmed over
with all we left unspoken.

Later we were too busy living
to find time
for all we might have said.

Now, sitting each side the fire,
we wonder what in the world
there was to say.


© The Estate of Dorothy Cowlin 2005–2021. All rights reserved.

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