Talking To The Dead
People say the nicest things to the dead,
But by then, it's just too late.
Why can't we say these things to the living?
Those who can hear such sweet sentiments.
Don't save these things for bodies in the ground,
Who's decaying ears will never again hear sound,
Who's dried out lips will never again form words,
And tell you they feel the same.
Speaking to memories of people lost,
Will never fill the void left behind;
Tell the living you love them,
Now, is the only time.
By J. Barrett
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