Whispers

Whispers “I saw you.” They say not. “So I whisper it. I saw you.” They say not, but I know I did and I followed you, into the churchyard, where pearlescent raindrops ran, down and down, over the Saints who smiled, in the church window. “Someone else stood here once” They say not. “Someone else, one time, near eventide” They say not. I know the someone else stood watching the plumb of “forever and ever, Amen;” As the crimped cloth-flag, your flag, fell, it was then the twisted music began, with the thrum of pipes, like the screeching of feral cats before they spring. It was while the howling wind cut into my throat, leaving the tang of bitter in my tongue, that I knew my heart, my only heart, “That I would follow you.” 28th March 2021