What will save your life?
The word not spoken? Not ignored?
The place you go you never meant –
the wrong turn that - somehow -
became the right, only way?
What – I ask – will save it?
The check that comes in time
preventing disaster that isn’t,
(But feels like it, pulsing, so much due.)
What will do it?
The photo long forgotten, showing you your
own eyes, the way they are meant to see?
It can’t be this – the grind of daily action,
the people, only faces, barely known,
the connection longed for but not made,
the film, the meal, the passing chat.
All these sustain, bring you through
to what means everything,
without being it, exactly.
Lives saved require more-
So many words spoken, not ignored.