Let us love people now they leave us so fast

the shoes remain empty and the phone rings on

what's unimportant drags on like a cow

the meaningful sudden takes us by surprise

the silence that follows so normal it's hideous

like chastity born most simply from despair

when we think of someone who's been taken from us

Don't be sure you have time for there's no assurance

as all good fortune security deadens the senses

it comes simultaneously like pathos and humor

like two passions not as strong as one

they leave fast grow silent like a thrush in July

like a sound somewhat clumsy or a polite bow

to truly see they close their eyes

though to be born is more of a risk than to die

we love still too little and always too late

Don't write of it too often but write once and for all

and you'll become like dolphins both gentle and strong

Let us love people now they leave us so fast

and the ones who don't leave won't always return

and you never know while speaking of love

if the first one is last or the last one first

- Ks. Jan Twardowski