Whispers

I often thought my life to be So much more then it is now. Much more... And in my thinking I'd ponder the mysteries that surround me and smile. I try to tell others my thoughts. And they act as if I am not there. Ignored. I don't get why I am not heard... They just go about their business No words. And when they speak I only hear the muffled cries of I miss you. Confused. ---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---* Sometimes I hear whispers now The oddly remind me of him It's sad He's gone and I can't change that fact But I still feel him in the room close by. I'm glad the funeral is done. All I can do now is cry "I Miss you."