in all words written
in all words said
until punctuation
an end is left.
was I her nothing?
questions a fear,
as fragile tomorrows
fall in despair.
alone in the earth
or alone in a kiss
both are the same
to those never missed.
found is the breath
remembered are scars
but lost is the beat
of a forgotten heart-
and of the flowers
that too soon fade
each dies a promise
once quietly made-
with punctuation
I touch her last word
it whispers of nothing
so I leave it unheard
-Kalynn Campbell
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