A Soul is Called

A soul is called
in the silence of a breath,
and no one hears it cry
as it wavers
on the edge of goodbye.

A heart left aching,
bathes in salt water tears,
clenched in the grip
of time frozen
on the brink 
of where tomorrow 
should have been.

Forever ceases 
in the shedding of one last breath
and all that’s left
is yesterday


february 2007
Janet Reid





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Awarded by New Horizons ~ Feb 22, 2007