You are just a whisper.

Far away

Only seen on a map

A wise explorer caught a glimpse

of you once

Or thought he did

Sketched a picture

used all the sunny colours of noon

Fell short

of your transient beauty

by a whisker of a whisker of a whisper.

A teacher

described you once

Lost amongst lines of

a dusty textbook,

taught in over-extended metaphors

"a legend," he whispered,

although the tone in his voice told us

you were no legend like Marilyn Monroe.

You're a whisper that won't

two step down Hollywood

in high heels

dress above your knees

corpse for all to see

snapped by the paparazzi.

You're a whisper,

a shadow of the you

I know you can be.

I want to SHOUT you

but I'm afraid

you'll disappear.

One. Two. Three.

Like that.

Snap.