Last Breath

By Katje Kaase


The soft ripple from the chest,

Like a slow squeeze of the trigger,

As moments churn sideways.

An instant recall of the breath.

Acknowledgement of a ruse.

Time shifts

And a hollowness ensues.


Like missing the last step,

That free falling instant

When you know

A life has seeped away...

You see the emptiness,

A fallen petal

In a bouquet.


February, 2020