WHISPER

I heard them again
Those voices
Whispering something
I can’t understand
Because my phone is ringing
And so I got my phone
And received the call
And talked to him once more
He who sang my songs
And taught me how to paint
My life with the right color.


I heard them once more
Those voices
They are sobbing
They are begging
“Tell it now, please!” they cried
But I saw his picture hanging on the wall
He’s smiling
His eyes are so beautiful
I can’t help but to look at him
That face on the wall
As the whispers fade.

That was yesterday
Now, I am looking again on the phone
Which has no purpose at all
This day
For no calls were done
And the only sound I heard
Was my own sobbing
While looking at the wall
Staring at his eyes
And asking endless How’s and Why’s.

I looked around
And waited for the voices
I want to hear their whisper
I need them now
But they’re gone
As my heart hardened
And my eyes glared
As I feel the red fluid flowing
And flowing
And flowing…

At last, I made my last whisper
“Goodbye…”