When You Speak In Whispers

when you speak
in whispers
to me

like some
kind
of vespers

like some
code
of the cicadas

i have
actually
second
thoughts
listeni ng

i am
afraid
i always
remember

the kind
of deaths
fit
for my
godfather

lots of
little deaths
and i
ask, which
one

which one
is the
happy death?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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