How we die(d)...

there will be
a time
when we die
that others
will say
it happened so fast
so unexpected,
when in truth
the soul had been
crying
for ever so long
praying for comfort
for healing the wounds
that drained
the life
from the life
that could have
been saved.
But no one
noticed. or heard.
or cared.
How sad.

Soft soliloquy...

music sighs
and breathes
against my soul.
warm, worn comforter.
serene soothe-ness
from a time ago.

Sense-less...

we know it only
when it's gone,
out of reach and lost.
Love.
Sanity.
Comfort.
Pleasure.
Time.
alas,
how much we
miss
while we
hold it in our hands.