for Johanne, Ginna, Asa, Herbert, and Pete

Posted on November 1, 2017 by justbrinkley

fleeting breaths

with no promise

of one following the other are

the heartbreak of our humanness

keeping us in a state of hopelessness

wondering if

today is one of many

one of few

or the last

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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