The way the word came out:
softly,
rightly;
Came thru my ears,
got stuck in my brain,
and choked my throat.
Breath,
cant catch,
breath.
Is cliché the fact that it is beautiful,
but truth cannot be denied, not even when repetitive and known.

Life goes on,
while I remain still,
paralized,
appreciating,
a bittersweet moment
more sweet than bitter.

Her voice collapsed in the room,
not as softly and warm as the other ones,
but mysterious and hypnotizing as no other voice ever was.