WHISPERS AND WALKING AWAY

I see them, feel them, and hear them.

The whispers and walking away.

The time I am there and under the breath of the other person as I leave I hear I love you.

I’m not supposed to know that they are there.

I’m supposed to be oblivious to the vulnerability.

Not knowing that the pain is there yet also is the love.

I hear the whispering as I am walking.

I see the silent tears that I’m not supposed to know about

I hear the anger and hostility over the truth and lies.

In my own space and time I know it. I have my own feelings of not being strong enough

I just thought that the other person would be strong enough to get through this

Yet I hear the whispers as I am walking.

My friend renewing my faith in people saying to keep loving it may surprise you.

My heart broken over the openness of the closeness.

I feel the hug, see the kiss, whisper the I love you.

Yet I am whispering and walking.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To Marla I get it I know and look forward to talking to you about it. I am open for that discussion now.

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