People come,
enter our lives,
often we don’t see them coming
until there they are, standing in front of us,
asking us to join in their lives, too.

People go,
often too soon,
before we have a chance to say goodbye.
In their shadows we remain
drowning in words unsaid,
yearning for a reunion of any kind
to lighten the load on our shoulders.

People come, and they go,
sometimes to make room for more new arrivals
for we can only have so many, right?

When they go, I wonder where they go.
Do they, too, carry words left unsaid
like me?