Monday, February 20, 2017

WHISPERS



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 arias
I 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.

--Duane Vorhees 

1 comment:

  1. Lovely poem. The rhyme haunting. It's hard to say goodbyes.

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