*

while there is time,
before light
returns to nothing –

–listen–

the silence that arises
following the wreck
is our sound of goodbye

we are both of us
composed of calligraphies
the other will never read

© Sarah Whiteley

*

you are mistaken, dear friend –

it is not loneliness
to be in such a space,
where solitude might be
relievedly embraced

it is not lost
when the venturing
writes a trail to
rediscovered peace

© Sarah Whiteley