The people of my past – who I have since lost –
Stay quiet
They speak no more save for echoes of the past
Nothing new
I cannot ask my grandma, an author,
About words
Nor can I inquire how to save one
from depression
My old friend can never forgive me for
running off
My grandfather will never again share
my journeys
But of these things, I can pretend.
Another poem from my collection. Free verse with meter
Just Ryn 