Murmurs
Sometimes, when evening
settles down, creaking against
her bedroom walls
his whispers float up
from her pillow.
She feels them flutter against
her mind, dispersing
warm-tinctured memories
into the fissures
where loneliness hides.
Patiently, she waits to cross
night's thick-curtained threshold
for only in dreams
can she reply.
© Copyright 2003 Laryalee Fraser
Published in Cerebation
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