Whispers of
yesterday
remain
so clear,
promises
linger
so endearing.
Whispers of
yesterday
when I close
my eyes
your image
dances before
me,
disturbing
my sleep
penetrating
my thoughts.
Whispers of
yesterday
still calls
my name
soothing
me with
sweet words,
attending
to my
emotional
side.
(c) copyright heather burns