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My Whispers, Frozen
A poem
“And yet, there is beauty in the way they find each other: slowly, in a fragile dance of sidelong glances and accidental touches. To see them come together, souls binding without knowing each other as we do, without being certain of what the other’s heart holds, is to learn something new… Faith.”
― Amie Kaufman
My whispers,
frozen in the ground beneath me,
suspended in time whilst I think of you,
and you alone.
I seek solace in the comforting blows
of the storm’s winds consuming me,
as it swallows my whispers whole,
nearly forcing me to forget.
It was you who said I left you for him,
but that’s not true:
I left you,
and then I found him,
but only my whispers sustained those truths.
That damn four letter word only found you
via the whispers my breath could muster,
but you pretended to never hear it,
lest you stumble into realization
that you’re actually lovable —
and how could that possibly be?
