When you were here, you loved me with a whisper.
It’s been a long time since I have heard you whisper.
I’ve tried from time to time to sing again.
My slight yet poignant tenor fades to a whisper.
A kind and charming man joins me for a concert.,
his witty remarks a half-attended whisper.
Vital and attractive—why does he seem a shadow?
my heart asks my head, wondering in a whisper,
and, a few weeks later, as he lies in our bed,
and purrs endearments, I only hear your whisper.
You must not embrace solitude on my account.
Your warm voice admonishes in a silent whisper.
I listen to your favorite song of Fauré,
and later, in my dreams there sings in a whisper:
Notre amour est un chose éternelle.
Silvestre’s words assure me, a potent whisper.
We have loved well once, had more than others have,
and memory swathes me in an endless whisper.
