Aug 2014
He told me, "listen,"
But I couldn't hear a sound.
He would say to listen closer,
But still, no noise was heard.
All there was
Was silence, except
Our hearts beating in rhythm,
Our breaths slow and quiet.
Us living.
He had said to me, "listen,"
But I can't hear a sound.
He had told me to listen closer,
But there is no noise to be heard.
All there is
Is silence.
My quickly beating heart,
My short, uneven breaths.
Me living.
And I'm still listening.
But I couldn't hear a sound.
He would say to listen closer,
But still, no noise was heard.
All there was
Was silence, except
Our hearts beating in rhythm,
Our breaths slow and quiet.
Us living.
He had said to me, "listen,"
But I can't hear a sound.
He had told me to listen closer,
But there is no noise to be heard.
All there is
Is silence.
My quickly beating heart,
My short, uneven breaths.
Me living.
And I'm still listening.
This is about someone who I actually never met in person, who died of leukemia two years ago. I still wish I could have spoken to him face to face, and I needed to get this out there. Love ya guys!
