the words ceased

like the flame

from a candle,

once bright

now a line

of swirling

gray smoke


the silence between

them was unbalanced

resembling the

uncommon brick

on the wall


each soul

unprepared for

despair or a miracle,

summer or winter



it was trenched

in cold,

the autumn of rain

numbing the skin

to separate paths






Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s