How do you say goodbye
to the ones that would reply
if a voice were to ask
for some help to stay alive?
the adieu to seal the deal
a farewell without regard
for input from the crowd
even as the time expires
this dialogue standing mute
until the end at last arrives
a crescendo is then raised
to lament the words unsaid
the echoes sound for a time
an answer to the question put
at the first and now the end
has no ears for the response.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190802.
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