Imperative

Soft voices. Gentle expression.
Grief fastened to each whisper,
ever the sentiment.

This is not the first time.

Sympathy flows, reservoir of
emotion. Kindness embraced.

Soothing words
the placebo effect, for nothing
replaces what you know.

Nothing exists now
to compare it to.

This is not the last time.

Ever the thought, ever
the imperative. Before, of course,
we had the time.

©2018 j.g. lewis

Poem Kubili
casting shadows
poemkubili.com

 

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