No Last Goodbye Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

No Last Goodbye



That left undone while living,
a bedside chat won't cure

Death coming fast, the first now last,
the closing of the door

With wounds unbled, in unmade beds,
lay prisoners of time

Good wishes die, no last goodbye
—intentions left behind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)

Saturday, February 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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