He Still Whispers
There are signs
Which tell me that you’ve been here
Uncontrollable signs
Like my repeating your name out loud
Over and over
Or the carefully folded corner
Of a book that you left
Unfinished
Some of these I can remove
While others that remain
Like my heart
You have taken far away
And though I have promised
To never speak your name again
Occasionally
When no one can hear
I still whisper
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