Whisper

We were an afterthought at one time
When we suddenly came apart.
Like a lemon sitting on top of a cake
Tacky, and a bit tart.

Neither of us scream our accomplishments
Or yell about our abilities.
We take what we can of our love from the pile
First through the woods, then the trees.

First we peel a layer of trust
Back from what we had lost.
Sometimes we anger the gentle breeze
And it answers us with a frost.

When it all begins to fall apart
Neither of us will beg.
I’d like him to come crying to me
But I always end up pulling a leg.

I know he is the light I seek
The one I want to obey.
Yet fear comes in angry waves
Then I want to run away.

I push him to his limit
As he rushes past mine.
If a stranger asks how our relationship is
We always say it is fine.

Gentle as a strong breeze
Like thunder, but a little crisper.
I want him to scream of me in daylight
Instead I am his nightly whisper.