his voice
now, his, i can't remember
it was such a shock to hear it
after so long
there was more bass
more clumsiness to it
he didn't sound the way i thought he'd sound
he didn't sound like a young boy
now yours, on the other hand
yours, i'll always remember
yours, i don't want to forget
this isn't fair to you
to him
or to me
YOU ARE READING
Within Time's Cracks
PoetryCall it what you will; an intricate story, a mess of emotions, an unsung song. Whatever it is, it's here, like the rest of us, and those that surround us, teetering within Time's cracks, a hairbreadth away from falling over the edge and into the aby...
