M. Aline

A lover’s whisper was known

By the words of your lips

I wish to let go

Your voice like a rose barricaded in a crowd of thorns

My mind travels back

To how you loved me way back when

I was merely too stubborn to forget

You’d stand over my shoulder as I brushed my hair

Caressing my arm with tender care

Acting like time stood still and yet

You ran because you were scared

Now you wish you never left

But we were never right for each other

Scenarios played in my mind of what we could have been

At times, I wonder

Was I in love with you?

Or was it all in how you dressed?

You put on a facade to lure women

Then leave when you’d start to invest

You chose your words carefully

When you wrote, “You were my best.”

How do you think I feel?

You left me with a note and a bottle of wine in my hands

I raise my glass to toast to us

The remains of a lover’s whisper at last

I choke on my breath

I’m still in love with you

How long does this last?

I still wonder

When you’ll come back

I send a note to you

You could read it in your sleep

You’re haunted by my words

But let my words be of comfort

I owe you nothing