Too many pleas fall on deaf ear, unheard;
Too many dreams hide in the dark, unseen;
Too many souls flee an unspoken word;
Too many wounds decay, remain unclean.
A single note is missed; a life undone,
A single failure; destiny altered.
The silence separates a pair; now one,
The steady youthful footsteps have faltered.
Now is the time to ask if life goes on—
a muted voice, in limbo, on the edge
of an abyss, slip-sliding down, now gone—
in mid-fall stopped by a protruding ledge.
That single heart subduing the regret
and cursing the saved with a sweet, sweet debt.
Note: This poem was originally published on Working Writers and Bloggers