Whispers

I hear whispers
they fuel these daily tasks
Music swings my hips and here we go
same story turned old
same old people, Cheers!, white men
white wine, Robert Frost in my mind.
Remembering things he said, might have said...
The talented man died, drowned in my tears
all those happy years
broke the ignition key, there's only songs
to remind me of him - him of me
Whispers in the evening, dreaming
non-stop with all their might
Here comes the night!
The old woman is gone
she stings in all these beeeees, what might have(s)
been wasps, maybe
Zoom away, another day...
this night is again the same old where I play
Pretend
with myself and touch him in the darkness
of my imagination
Sensations
taking away everything I study for
Damnation, friction, vibration... Salvation?
I write my name and he drives away
with unresponsive lips
A kiss! Can I have just a kiss?
Will it solve all we've missed?
These questions I re-revisit
a phone call to hear voices comforting
Undialed
re-replayed to me as distant whispers
Silenced
like mellow guitar fingers
in this forever loneliests
quiet, unfortunate, daily, tasks
brought by his re-re-missed fire
a never once present presence
won't ever come at last