What if he says, "Good bye."
Never to be heard from him again?

I'd show them his writings.
These, were his shelter
These, were his healing place.
These, were his pace to be real.
These, were his unspoken words.
These, were his misunderstood heart.
And these were his unheard voices.

I'd tell them about his stories.

© sese (05-01-2021/7:34pm)