jamie

[pauljgraves]

past the horizon lies
the memory of your dying -
I whisper in your ear
all i can muster
and hold my hand on your labouring chest

I wasn't there

the threads of you snipped
ripped into the darkness
a resonating note -

past the horizon
I hear you whispering in my ear
all you can muster
and feel your hand on my labouring chest