Leaving with no more Goodbyes

Death - and time just...
Stops
No more time
To say
Or Do
Things better
To understand
To know
     or wish,
        or whether,
            and to see the future without,
                   a wall to a fall(ing) out

Nothing more
                            Cut away

If I had known,
Known not to have known
But perhaps...
To enter,
with no more goodbyes X

no more happenings,
when we forgivers--no more forgiveness
wasted now
each line now significant

              Cut away

And now each day
I feel                    something is missing

And I feel myself breathing....

Copyright 2010 Saranit Vongkiatkajorn