It was soft,
barely a whisper.
The words drifted
into the stillest of air
just before the rapture.

I've met her, raw, emotional,
beyond nervous yet in my arms
at the worst time of her life.

Luckily I could have said the same,
if she'd needed any words.

11/18/2009

Posted on 03/20/2010
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