The clock never stops
tick tock tick tock
He thought it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things
It was only a moment of anger and uttered words of hurt
But now they would always be the last words he said.
Why hadn’t he blurted out he loved her instead.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
I wrote this a while back but I am using it for open link night at d’Verse as it has been a moment that continues to haunt me, the idea that we often don’t know what those last words will be or when the last moment will happen and that we have so little control over it all, the clock never stops…
I took the image from flickr Rachael Towne- Antique clock.
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I loved this, great job!
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You’re right. We should tell people we love them much more often. You never know.
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The last words one says or others remember can make memories painful.
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Yes I think so too, My last conversation with my mother was rather banal it was about cornflakes… If I had known I might have said something more meaningful. Much love.
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No, we can’t stop or turn back time. But then, I suppose, if we could, life would be predictable and we would never learn from our mistakes.
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Indeed: negative words have negative consequences… indefinitely… perpetually.
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You have expressed that emotion and that truth beautifully in this concise poem.
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To part forever with such words would be terrible indeed.
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I learned long ago to say I love you – I am glad I did so I do not leave that hurt behind. The last words I said to my mother was “I love you”…so glad I did.
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So many moments like that we can think back on. This is a sharp dose of reality.
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We never know when the last moment will come. And when it does, will we be our kindest or our most devastated.
Fantastic poem thank you for sharing it for dVerse OLN.
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Poignant write. It reminds me so much of one of my own poems, which said, in part, “We live day by day always thinking there’ll be time to say things on the morrow; but death takes away all those chances, and we’re left full of words in our sorrow”.
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Very apt for these times. People throw words around loosely never knowing what the effect of them will be. I have lost five friends this week. I hope love was the last things their family heard from their lips. Thank you.
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I am so very sorry for your loss.
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I think my biggest fear is that any of my loved ones should pass without a loving hand to hold at that moment of separation. Love to you. XX
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Even though we know the depth and complexity of relationships, it is true how parting words reverberate in our minds.
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