Whisper

It was a whisper that swept across my cheek
soft and lonely
but all the same
just as startling
as a chill harsh lash

It touched my skin gently like a thought that almost lives
and then is gone
never to be born
never to be remembered in this world
except perchance in dreams

It whipped its tail and stung the corner of my eye
as it pretended a gracious farewell
foreshadowing the pain
ensuing in its wake

and just as when the fire licks your skin
and waits in devilish delight for the unending burn to begin
my tears ran after Love
which had taken its cruel leave
and I was alone
with only the whisper
for a memory.

3-18-2009
MGR