Fading Whispers

Fading Whispers
paula robles nettel

Far away, 
his whispers can be heard

eight hours, or forty-five minutes

is the blind distance between them

coding phrases, 
good intention messages

he claims that she is special

she who cannot give him anything.

Why does he care?

What does he need from her?

If their worlds are planets apart,

there is nothing in her for him.

You can’t see her, can’t you?

She's the wishful thought of warmth

for a man who is trapped,

but she is no longer trapped
she is lost, and can't find

nothing more to give,

the smiles have left her face

others have taken them away,

as the warmth of her blanket

her lust has disappeared,

it serves her no purpose,

not without love.

You never saw the shimmer in her eyes

before they became soaked dark birds

in a lake of murky waters

where reflection might be lost forever,

tricked by selfish closeness

all her hope and beauty has been stolen.

Hundvåg  05.09.2015