What am I to say?

I stand within a moment of time.
My breath only lingers-
my vocal chords only hint at the depth of my soul.
Can you read me?

Tell me a story- I'll sing it back to you.

And we'll continually fall
through these moments in time.

What if it's the last?
What if it won't last?

To cling or separate.
To cling or separate..