Life speaks softly
in between the silent spaces
left by the husband
who no longer hears you.
Life speaks softly
to the wife
who lives with the sound turned off.
Life points gently
toward the friend
you've loved forever
for her sudden clumsiness and frequent tears.
Life points gently
to what you will never mention
and the things you will never know.
Line etches fine lines of worry
as the bills begin to mount
and the calls begin to come.
Life etches fine lines of worry
when you realize you could lose
everything you never really owned.
Life speaks softly
before it crashes all around you,
begging you to notice
the tightness in your chest,
the fatigue that racks your bones
lifetimes before you feel
the final crushing pain.
Life whispers your name before you die.
melissa mundy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-whispers/
