Whispers

It’s something the loved don’t understand�"

the aching cold of not fitting in.

Heart pounding hatefully in your chest,

and brain reminding you of all the rest.

Denying invites because they don’t feel right,

and dancing alone at home in the pale moonlight.

It’s the life of loneliness that’s inescapable,

of cold dinners at empty tables

of shaking hands and misty eyes,

trying to work through the truth and the lies

because despite the laughter over drinks

nobody can quite decipher what you really think. 

Eyes dart left to right, full of secrets,

fingers twitching at your side with wistful regret.

thinking, if you could just say what’s on your mind�"

but realizing it wouldn’t be right to remind.

So, you cross your arms and your heart,

and wonder if any of them fall apart

in the cold embrace of an empty home,

where they wake up never quite ready to atone. 

But you know the answer, can feel it in your veins,

because no matter how hard they claim

that they can relate and that everything’s okay,

you see the truth in the way they fade away

whispers on the wind of your past,

people you knew; friendships that could never last.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are honest and true.
"you see the truth in the way they fade away
whispers on the wind of your past,
people you knew; friendships that could never last"
The above lines are true. I tell people. Take two to tangle and one to stop the dance if one, isn't willing. Thank you Audri for sharing the amaizng poetry.
Coyote