Heard To Whisper
There’s a lingering shadow
that follows us all
Counting each breath
each step till we fall
Its pall ever darkens
while just out of reach
Its voice heard to whisper
through mountain and beach
It sees every moment
both joyous and sad
Recording our journey
the good and the bad
And then on that day
when our fate meets the end
Its arms wrap around us
— our very last friend
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2025
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