Dot Dot Dash Poem by Susan Lacovara

If only a way to convey
Some last minute message
Restore what was precious
Making sense of the garbled chatter
That click-clacked and splattered
About the room
And all too soon
Turned to ashes
What should have lasted
Beyond the first flame
All the same
Couldn't there be a final attempt
To say what is actually meant
To broadcast
Dot... Dot... Dash
Some telegraphed note
Not stuck in the throat
Of harsh words, real or not
Hitting a sore spot
Sent on the wire
The genuine desire
To fix what was broken
Those wounding words, spoken
Love, gone in a flash
Dot...Dot...Dash