Written by Timothy Horne
They fail when pain is too intense
For ears to really hear,
Or when love’s depth both dwarfs and mutes
them, e’en with those most dear,
Its with the latter I feel most defeated
For words feel imprecise,
too small, too stale, and too repeated
when “I love you” must suffice
As you hear that common phrase
Know that underneath
A whole life-store of remembered days
Are swirling just beneath
I look on you with joy and pain
Our time together’s brief
I know my loss is other’s gain
But leaving brings me grief
Fate has meant the miles between
Means moments shared are few
We think and pray, but all unseen,
and less than seeing you.
Text © Timothy Horne
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