W for Whispers

I never got attracted
to your voice,
it were your whispers.

The ones that crossed
our noisy mates,
and reached me across the room.

The ones hidden by the books
we pretended to read,
lest the librarian caught us.

The ones that were right
by my ears,
to assure me of your presence.

The ones mouthed across the table
surrounded by friends,
begging for rescue.

The once said over phone,
in the dead of night,
to avoid being heard.

Hence, I’m not surprised
that in my memories,
your whispers are louder than your voice.

 

Written for the #AtoZChallenge2017

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