Whispers

How do you describe something that was probably never there?

WHISPERS
Tis such a shame to say goodbye.
before one begins really to say hello.
You say you don't dance.
but you do, you know.

Never have I seen one
so fast on their feet.
Or did they ever really
move forward or otherwise?

So you've gone out the door,
or have you?
With still the whispers of seemingly
half hearted promises.

Hints of meanderings towards
a future.
Carried on the winds of time.

Oh but I'm so tired, so with hand upheld
in a slow but grateful salute.
I bid thee a poignant farewell.

For tis time to open my doors,
windows and air my cupboards.
Moving my energy forward
and ever onward.

Author's Note

Ya win some, ya lose some!