A Whisper Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a whisper that arrived in our
little place
it's name is loneliness and it is looking
for someone that it has known years ago
in the place where it is living

it is knocking every door of the house
and someone opens it
it mentions my name and it asks whether
i still live here

someone takes the courage of telling it
that my house is about two hills away
from here

finally we meet. It stares at me. Closely.
Then it hugs me. It cries. It kissess my ears.

I am silent. I am still thinking of you for all
these years. Time cannot heal.And then the

whisper stays inside my ears. Silenced.
It is not saying any word anymore.

The neighbors know that its name
is loneliness.