The boundaries of eloquence

I understand this feeling. I have a friend who lost her eighteen-year-old daughter in a tragic, absurd accident a few years back, and I was unable to say or write anything to console her. Some situations are too harsh for words. Your poem says it well. Best wishes, Robert.

yes, I feel the same way... your poem captures the feeling of defeated for the words very well... I hope Kaz reads it... Richard

one of your best. I would bring you this word if I could. I didn't get the chance to meet her but I'm keeping my fingers crossed all the same.

with each of us who loves and respects Kaz. She has touched so many lives. I do hope she knows how she will always be cherished. ~ Ronda

I loved the first line. I'm more inclined toward the opinion that the words haven't fled but that they don't exist. How can the human construction of language capture the point where human life ends? This is appropriately short as I think talk on this subject should be. Short but present-the presence being most important. I'm sorry I missed this the first time.