Whispers

Thundering footsteps,
towering lockers,
hiding students in its shadows.

Feet aching, I step up
go up - a pause?
My name?

I don't turn - don't have to see your face.
I only remember it, imagine it,
sharp eyes, soft voice,
words in my ear.

There, standing,
whisper in my ear.

Students bustling by,
can they hear the same words I can?

Only the lockers can hear,
only me
as you walk away.