Whispers

Whispers.

Quiet voices.

Conversation.

For just two people to hear.

That is what I hear as I walk by.

Their love is between them,

The way it should be.

I must say, I'm curious.

What is so sweet, so secretive, that we can't hear it?

That they'd rather talk with each other than anyone else.

But that's the beauty of whispering.

I'll never know.