The Song Stumbled

The song stumbled from your lips and fell in a pirouette on the edge of
the world. Time is a harness tying your words to your actions but
cutting the cord won't hide your responsibility from the kids
house-sitting your mind when you sleep. The grass will know when the
leaves stop mid-flight, and the snow will know when it turns to hale in
your wake.

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

this is some kind of fantastic.