When We Vanish

The hour grows late, the light grows low,

And still so much we didn’t show.

A thousand things we meant to say

Now echo faint, then drift away.

We thought we had the time to spare,

To fix the cracks, to show we care.

But moments flee like startled birds,

And silence falls in place of words.

Goodbyes were whispers never said,

Now carved in stone, or left unread.

A door half-closed, a final glance—

We missed our cue, we missed the dance.

The hands we meant to hold are gone,

The nights we swore would linger on.

Now time retreats, and we are left

With hearts grown heavy, hope bereft.

We vanish fast—no warning call,

No time to rise, no time to fall.

Just gone, like sparks in evening's breath,

A blink, a hush, the hush of death.

And those we love will feel the sting,

Of all the things we didn't bring.

The hugs delayed, the truth withheld,

The wounds we could have touched and healed.

So while you breathe, don’t turn away—

Say all the things you meant today.

For when the end comes swift and sly,

It gives no time for one last try.