Whisper Me This

by Kerry Anne King

Whisper me this, my darling, my love The song of the moonlight, of stars up above. Whisper me truth, love, and whisper me lies, Warm days of winter, cold summer skies. Whisper me anger, whisper me rain, Whisper me flowers, then whisper me pain. When I come to die, love, then whisper me this The shape of a memory, the truth of a kiss. Whisper me, whisper me, whisper me this A lifetime of memories, and one final kiss.

“It’s the Forbidden Kingdom,” she says, squeezing my hand. “We must be brave.”

“Where are you?” I whisper now, sitting by her bedside. “Do you know what time it is?”

Shades of truth. That’s the legal system in action.

“This isn’t the end yet,” she says, softly. “We’re at the messy middle.”

“Life is truly a vale of tears.

“Whisper me truth, whisper me lies. You whisper two things, one truth, one lie—and I decide which is which.”

‘That part of my life does not exist. We won’t speak of this again.’

“This is where angels fear to tread, Maisey. You don’t want to go there.”

It’s funny how life spins, how we go on for long stretches of time and nothing changes, and then all at once, in a single moment, everything is altered.

He says she can’t do that, but she said, literally, word for word, “Watch me, Mr. Loftis. Go ahead, make my day.”

“Whisper me truth, whisper me lies,” I murmur, Tony’s melody drifting through my mind. “All the things you did wrong, you did exactly right.”