Whispers

It started as a whisper,
Then grew louder and louder,
I remember that whisper,
I don't want to remember her.

I can't tell if it's in my head,
Or she's somewhere near,
It's going away now,
I think she saw my tears.

It took me long enough to recover,
To not cry to myself at night,
To deal with the fact I didn't say goodbye.
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