There it goes again . . . that sigh . . . .
That release of ???
Escaping when I’m not looking
Escaping ~ when heart takes voice
It escapes ~ the heart weeps, cracks, aches
Where from does it come?
I never knew a sigh like this.
My soul is shrugging its shoulders?
Weeping over a very deep matter?
Perhaps a death,
The death of a love . . . perhaps?
Perhaps I’m dying to deep pain,
un-admitted.
There it is again . . .
In such unexpected places
I could be looking at a shoe store
Pondering the purchase of bread
or
The road ahead
Behind the “rone” of a motor
Over wheels that roll . . . on.
An expression of life force
Releasing in a quiet wheeze
Into surrounding ether
Following the one I grieve
The one lost
No sigh echoes
No comfort breathes itself back ~
Expiration squeezing self out.
Soul has a life of its own;
“Missing” a path of its own
after
A Dying . . . that had a death of its own.
~ I Nash
