The hardest things to say
are I love you, forgive me, and help me
in ascending order.
We refrain from those words,
the vulnerability they provide.
The damage they cause
to our fragile “selves”.
Regrets among the living
to be carried into the world
of the after. By those who remain.
Through prayers and hopes,
the dreams and the notes,
the words spoken to the invisible listener.
The words audible only to ourselves.
The words that were locked,
the ones that were painful,
come out so easily,
when the addressee can no longer hear.
I only did the 60 seconds and 90 seconds bits, but still marking it as prompt response.