Reflections of Victoria Trip, May 2025

If I were musical,

I’d write a sad song.

A melody for the friend I lost.

A verse for the family I never had.

The song would not end –

It would drift through the dusk,

A soft, aching thread,

Of everything I miss

Each note, a tear;

Each chord, a breath I never took.

It would echo a sorrow,

It would carry the weight.

A testament to my silence,

A witness to my regret –

If I were musical,

You would hear my heart.