Whispers

Standard

 

Little longings

Just can’t trace

The face of them

Are lost in race

Of more demanding

Things the unimportant

Insubstantial just can’t grasp

Will disappear so fast

Are gone unnamed

Unclaimed untamed

Into a meaning I could bear

How much is un-retrieved

Because I never could believe

Enough In all the fleeting things

That still were me

And thee…

 

©K Barr

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