i saw life

[fledgist]

this marks the spot where silence had to fall

one sunny afternoon when it was cold

no part of this that i could have foretold

 

the passage into night slows to a crawl

each missive seems to fit in a neat fold

this marks the spot where silence had to fall

 

into its place the world became so small

but there was nothing there we had to hold

just a bright girl who never would turn old

this marks the spot where silence had to fall