Whispers
"Look there's a pissbum"
She whispers to me as I'm walking down the street
Someone is walking their Jack Russell
"There's a cute hogger"
Our private language runs through my veins
I now see the world through her eyes
I pass a yellow and green house
A happenstance reminder of her favorite team's colors
A ready, constant smile
I see the world through green-colored glasses
Ha! Her green eyes
"It runs every thirty minutes"
Her brain can wrap around a bus schedule
Where am I going?
She always knows
"Let's cross the street now"
She always had change for inexpensive pop machines
They're a find where ever they be
Always Diet Pepsi
We scoped out a backyard
Where she raised her kids
"I used to go out for coffee once a day,
it was my only escape"
She's usually with me
When I'm roaming around
Slipping away
When I'm home alone
"Honey, there's a blue moon"
I remember skygazing when the nights were cold
Days when the world was an infinite space
I hope the whispers never leave
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