an uncharted whisper into my neck,
i love you never forget.

that whisper took form
and those words lived on.

naively, i listened to their false promise of existence.

through overlapped lovers,
or cast out for another,
those words lived on.

it lived on when you stopped calling.
it lived on when i was nothing without you.
it lived alone with me in the dark.

alas, in time,
when you were no longer mine,
that whisper pondered inside my mind.

but buried somewhere,
lost in translation,
those words live on.

their status
forever remain
squatters.

i can’t harbor your fugitive anymore.