The Voice I Will Forget - Photo by Katheleen
Sometimes, in the still of the night
I hear your words of
Love
Except, it is
No longer
Coming from you, but from quiet memories
Evaporating slowly with time.
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
So much of that happening, so sad are our frail human hearts, yet we survive to fight another day. Lovely poetry.