If whispers can fly,
they’d transport
Sounds.
All my thoughts would float
into your ear …..

I Miss you
Love you
Miss your arms
Miss you so fucken much
Miss your kisses
Miss your smile
Miss us.

But they don’t.
Life goes on.
You have your life.
I have mine.
Then tomorrow happens and the next day and the next day.

And then
those
whispers
just fall

Crumble

To
The
Grave….