Rob Schackne #879 - Dark Moment

Dark Moment


A dark moment
we were speaking
he said all he'd miss
was a dozen people
the animals and birds
the beetles
rain and thunder
the lightning
the stars at night
how the wind changes
he would miss
the colours
a few sunsets
full moons
good booze
and the grace
of a few seconds
sounds not so much
what do you expect
he said he'd miss me
yes and a couple poems
he never wrote