Sunday, March 27, 2011

Think of it all. Think of what we might have said and what might have happened and whatever follows.

the bittersweet whispers of wishes passing
through broken lips
a moment shared that is now lost.
after it all, all you left behind was just
more empty space.
how much of me was used
and how much will be cherished?
we all gather and speak of unspeakables
in the thoughts of who knows and who
But in the end,
who knows?

Who Knows?

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