Your spirit’s in the Whispers –
I can’t go there anymore –
it’s haunting all the places
where we went before,
the movies, the restaurants,
the sidewalks and liquor store.
I’m mute in all ariasI once used to score.
Our friends are sore reminders
of those joyous days of yore
when we formed a pair of selves
combined at the core.
But now the twins are severed --
reminiscences, a bore –
locations, open wounds –
Whispers’ silence roars.