A Tear Is But a Whisper From My Soul

I stood there and gazed at the tidal wave of traffic surging down bellow. I hovered frozen in time until by chance I glanced upon a troubled fellow. He was sitting in his car surrounded by the outside noise of the gentle rain and the cars constant hum. His ears could hear unyet his mind was numb. As I moved in closer I could feel his sorrow and pain. Mourning the loss of his partner his soul whispered through the misty rain. I remember now I whispered back as I drifted into the seat beside him that was vacant. And so to do I remember that aftershave as being my favourite fragrant. As my soul whispered to his he glanced over to where I sat. With sadness I could tell that he did not see his passed wife with the golden platt. An empty seat was all that greeted his eyes. A vacant stare for a vacant seat unyet I could hear his replies. With his minds eye he smiled and his soul whispered such sweet words of love and affection. Even now I could still feel devoted protection. Some say that the words we speak in our heads are merely thoughts and nothing more. But I believe they are whispers from our souls and the replies of those who are not with us anymore. Before my passing I told him this with great certainty. In this life and in the next our two souls will whisper to each other for eternity.