in whispers

just the thought of being able to hear your voice again -
brings tears to my eyes
So instead I;
think out loud
in whispers

palindrome

:staying alive:
mind
body
soul
barely able to carry me through
I stay lifted
beyond necessity
my third eye stays clouded shrouded in sadness
due to the absence of her; seeping from my skin
the pain shows true
I am lost
like a babe in the woods with no sense of mind to find his way home to his palindrome: