When we step into time again
Memory is slow to show
The truth of discontinuity
And the silence that has grown
–
What time has left, what we have lost
A spectre blooming overblown
Conversations we still carry on
With the ones we used to know
–
If the unspoken can be a legacy
If disbelief can make life so
We can forget what has been changing
And the silence that still grows
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https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
Serial Outlet 
Love your meditation on time, withdrawal and the consequences of pretense. Well done.
Thank you! It felt good to write this one 🙂