WHERE NOTHING LIVES

The whispers dissipate

Like shadows, melting

On frosted window panes

And the words free fall

Like snowflakes filling in

A million hollow footsteps

Where will the tears go

Or the laughter we sowed

Where will the kisses land

Or the hugs that we loved

Where will the words go

When all the ears go deaf

Where will I go

When nothing is left

4 thoughts on “WHERE NOTHING LIVES

  1. Love the black fingers Hasty. This image is good for sparking ideas for my 4th book, The Archeologist and the Wedding. 😀 She has to fight some kind of demon that she and Quinn find in Edinburgh, I’m still plotting it. thanks Randy Brown

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