There are no words

on what you meant to me.

Your steady hand,

words of advice.

I have carried them with me for years. 

I remember the coffees,

Listening to your stories

of where you came from.

The thoughts of today’s world.

Your celebrations and worries. 

Even sitting in the quiet moments

said so much to me. 

Now you are gone.

The chair beside me silent.

How my heart feels

now that you are not here.

There are no words. 

By Andrew Scott

From: Canada

Website: https://www.andrewmscott.com/