The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

He Still Whispers

There are signs 
Which tell me that you’ve been here 
Uncontrollable signs 
Like my repeating your name out loud 
Over and over 
Or the carefully folded corner 
Of a book that you left 
Unfinished 
Some of these I can remove 
While others that remain 
Like my heart 
You have taken far away 
And though I have promised 
To never speak your name again 
Occasionally 
When no one can hear 
I still whisper
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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