Death, looking over the poet's shoulder, whispers...

These words sing. *

Yes, there is but the one promise always kept.

Powerful.*

Thanks, Matt, Gary, Amanda.

Especially liked:
As they tumble from the lips
Of loving strangers

*

As they tumble from the lips
Of loving strangers. *

Thanks Daniel, Tara. I didn't know it was National Poetry Month. I was just feeling.... I dunno, poetic?

Thanks to the mystery favers too.

"you / Will not outlive them"
A truth that so many refuse to accept.

All our whispered hopes, for sure!

Bill, Ed. Thanks for your comments.

That first bit is good enough to sustain lots of lines, but all your lines sustain themselves *

*Perfectly sad. Sadly perfect.

Thanks, Foster and Nonnie.