She Whimpers

I make promises to a room of whispers.                                            So lies the theme.

 

On the line, she whimpers.

 

My words do little to settle her nerves.

 

“Go back to sleep.” She said.

 

She forces sobs into my skull.

I move my hand closer to her face.

 

It sounded almost hollow coming from my mouth. “I’m not worth the tears.” I said.

 

“You should let me be the judge of that.”

 

 

 

 

 

And I did.

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