I could not resist

the urge to hold you today.

For I knew you would feel

like a bell.

Curved downward,

hiding your singing voice


Quiet, white,

and starting to fade,

your stem pointed toward the


Each life has a season.

Like yours,

I can feel the gravity pulling me

slowly downward,

the earth needing my atoms


for yet another project.

I wondered

if I will also keep my voice

to myself.

If my only sounds

will be heard and remembered

by those who could not

resist holding me.

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