It was showering shreds of paper,

as I walked upon the pavement,

of a small city street.

I stood still to watch.

One settled upon my shoulder,

two upon my head,

and one upon the toe

of my loose left shoe.

Each shred held

just one word.

All four together read,

“His Voice Was Lost”.

How could you separate

one word from another,

hoping they would not meet!