Last Word

I’m sorry.
I don’t think my poem
Can keep you alive.

If a river of woe
Overruns your banks,
My words
Will not be enough.

I will do my best
To sit with you
And watch the sunrise
Together
One last time.

Maybe you will hear my whisper
That you were never alone.

13 thoughts on “Last Word

    1. Yeah, sorry it was a bit dark. But when I thought about the prompt as literally as possible, words are a comfort, but can only go so far. Thanks!

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