a whisper
 
i heard a whisper
           a gentle stirring in the air
someone saying
        i am here
in the oh-so small voice
     of a child
sharing a secret
           behind cupped fingers
 
yet no child is near
        only that voice
adrift on the breeze
       searching
i look around
      no longer knowing
with certainty if
       i am here
                           alone
 
 
                                                copyright 2015 Jeff Reeve
Alone?
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