Arlene Corwin composes and sings, Duane Vorhees writes

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.