Heard To Whisper

There’s a lingering shadow

that follows us all

Counting each breath

each step till we fall

Its pall ever darkens

while just out of reach

Its voice heard to whisper

through mountain and beach

It sees every moment

both joyous and sad

Recording our journey

the good and the bad

And then on that day

when our fate meets the end

Its arms wrap around us

— our very last friend

(The New Room: June, 2025)