The whispers only came in night

As if taunted by the darkness

Sneaking in between window panes

And under dark door ways

She came to love them

The moments of pain tensely caressing her ear

The shiver of hurt along her veins

All the moment she wasn’t besides all she couldn’t be

She spoke to them

And they whispered of moments yet to be

Of moments lost, of the hidden worlds lost

Every time she made the wrong choice

Whispers

But at least she was never alone.