there will always be more to say
a one thing I didn’t mention
a question I needed to ask
a reassurance or gratitude
or words I never, ever spoke out loud
a messy, beautiful bouquet
things I’ve gathered
for the next time we meet
by chance or happenstance
petals dropping
even as I walk away
a meadow of words at my feet
forget-me-not
nor I you, ever
Poem ©2025, Jen Payne. Photo by James Frid/pexels. If you like this poem, you’ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!
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