Near Me
Be still.
I can hear you
in
eyelashes resting
on untasted cheek.
within
a tiny hand clutching
calloused finger.
inside
the curling petal
of a spent anniversary rose.
beyond
sifting sand measuring
remaining time.
I cannot see you,
but I hear you everywhere.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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