A Town Called Whisper / Poem for T.

There’s a town called Whisper,

always a whisper’s length away;

exists in that warm energy, those fleeting breaths

before our world gushes back,

always leaves you in wisps, purged and dark. 

Still, alone now, Whisper calls:

There’s room for you just down, 

just down the river some. 

[redacted], please don’t go.