Vapor

 

 

Vapor

 

When my words

Are no more

 

Will you

Save us

 

From falling

Apart?

 

Like vapor

If I disappear

 

Might you

Search

Low

And high?

 

Just how far

Are you

Inclined to go?

 

If my last breath

I consign to you

Will you

Use it

 

To utter

At last

 

The truth

You’ve hoarded

All along?

 

Or could

It be that

I may slip

Silently

Into

Eternal night

 

Plagued

With an

Ever abiding angst

 

That this

Heart was

Never enough?

 

  

Tina Jordan

Tina Jordan lives in NW North Carolina, in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The author of three self-published collections of poetry and prose, she has recently been featured in Pomme Journal and The Stray Branch. She draws inspiration from both dreams and reality, and her writing is typically touched with a hint of dark romance.  An administrative assistant by day, she spends her free time enjoying the great outdoors, writing, and spending time with her children and grandchildren.