Just a word.
A meaning
a past
a possibility.
It traipses on mind
in sound,
image,
the way whispers
dance on ear drums,
breath
draws on skin,
lingers.
Just a word.
A sound
that ebbs back on tongue
restrained,
stored,
like keepsakes
aged but never gone,
never forgotten.
Just a word.
An idea
an abstract
a solid.
Just a name.
A meaning
a past
a possibility.
It traipses on mind
in sound,
image,
the way whispers
dance on ear drums,
breath
draws on skin,
lingers.
Just a word.
A sound
that ebbs back on tongue
restrained,
stored,
like keepsakes
aged but never gone,
never forgotten.
Just a word.
An idea
an abstract
a solid.
Just a name.