for Johanne, Ginna, Asa, Herbert, and Pete

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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