Communication. The key to relationships. My grandmother always touted it, and no truer words have ever been spoken. What happens when we cease communicating? When our actions require discussion and forgiveness, but our hubris stops us from engaging? What if that person dies before we communicate? Tragedy…. History and literature are full of the fallout. This poem is my humble contribution to the dialogue.
Have the Kleenex handy. This understatedly brilliant narration and audio provided by my friend Simon Howard on Twitter is truly sublime.