Inspired by a conversation I heard about someone describing the last time someone would hear their name spoken by a loved one.
Honeycomb Waltz - July 2018 - Jeff Raught
You’ll say my name for the very last time.
I’m not worried at all.
I know where I’ll keep the sound of your voice.
Safe in the old honeycomb.... Sweet honeycomb.
Our stories unfold, some we hold,
onto longer than we should, we know..we all know.
Your hands let go, your heart already knows.
The rope burns will heal, with time….it takes time.
It’s easier said than done.
Sometimes you feel like a worn out cliche drying up in the sun.
You think you lost? Maybe you’ve won.
I want to tuck some away,
(but) not out of my reach.
There when I need them
For that day…..someday
When you say my name for the very last time.
I won’t be worried at all.
I know where I’ll keep all the things that you are.
Safe in the old honeycomb