you left without a whisper.
your last breath was so quiet,
so quick,
it was barely a gasp.
you left without notice,
in such a cruel summer haze it feels more adjacent to a terrible June.
i hope, nonetheless,
you stand in more company than the day you left.
because my heart can not forget the thought of you leaving alone-
when your whole life you fought against just that.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
