Whispers

She sits and swallows
the explosion of emotions
waiting to escape.
She foolishly finds herself
thinking of the most intimate moments
that they shared and
made them close.

The soft whispers of love and
appreciation that she
still hears in her dreams.
He haunts the world inside of her
that he knows still belongs to him.
The glass box has been broken
yet pieces still linger in hopes of
finding the remains and
fix what is broken.

Whispers of kisses and hugs
follow her as she walks down the street.
Whispers of long hours in bed remain in her sheets.
Whispers of promises for the future and
images of a life built together remain in her notes.
She whispers to herself that it won't be
but the whispers of his insistence won't let them be.