Sigh
It’s a relief sometimes.
this single note,
from a forgotten song
carried by breath
like a wave by wind.
It escapes unintentionally
before you can stop it.
causing you pause
between thoughts
or at the tail end
of a moment—
an afterthought
or a prelude
or an afterword—
a giveaway
or maybe a clue
to life or death.
Isn’t that last exhale
A sigh—the wave dissipating
on an unknown shore…
Ed Meek is the author of Spy Pond and What We Love. A collection of his short stories, Luck, has just come out.
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