Homeless whisper

 

Once upon a time

in town, wondering aimlessly

I found my mouth, in habit,

whispering,

‘I love you.’

 

Startled, I searched for where the words lay

and found them waiting in frown filled drift,

creaking, morbid:

“We don’t know where to go.”

 

I turned in shame, for being the reason

they’re missing your ear. Leaving them

ridiculous and bizarre;

as awkward as a rainbow,