hushed warble uttered
your lowest point
your most susceptible
vulnerable
moment’s self doubt
fear
cannot match that pitied yowl’s echo
loosed from tongue and throat
the time
hour chime sounds
the hallway’s grandfather clock
you know
for the first time
for certain
and without doubt
your love will not
be returning
from the edge
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Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.
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Excellent tone and style, Bernard!