I cannot remember the last words

I’ve had with people I’ll never see again

(probably best in a few cases, I’m afraid).

Thinking back on this, I wish I had noted some of them

in a treasured journal I’ve often thought about.

At present, I can never know when these words will happen.

So, attempting to write them down would be absurd.

But even if I could, I would hope the pages stay blank.