I can still hear her voice in my heart, no words, just whispers. They come to me, endlessly, needlessly, until my eyes start tracing shadows hoping to find her. Hoping not to find her, and her whispers.
When I feel a breeze of artic emotions, a soul touched by her sepulchral Spirit, memories circling my soul like a halo of ravens, she resurrects her kiss and tells me she loves me, in whispers.
One more dawn, one more dusk. I rest my pulse, spellbound. One last tear as I promise not to call for her again. I say goodbye to the night, in whispers....
© Midian