Whispers

It’s always about her
“who broke her shoe,
And walked barefooted”
               
                   and everybody stared.
 
Her
“Who she falls in love with,
Or broke off with.
Or the names she forgot,
She’s an enemy
And her life is full of misery.”
                 Her history.
                         Her story.

It’s always about him
“Who broke promises,
And crushed hearts.”
                         
                   Everybody stared. 

Him
“Whom he broken off with.
Who walked alone in crowds
He’s a creepy stalker,
He’s off the list!”
                        His past,
                                His story.

Let’s talk about us.
How we laughed too much
And one of us snorted,
How we talked in unison
like twins sometimes,
Like Democrats other times.
 
Us
Our futures,
Our dreams.
Our pasts
And what we’re afraid of.
 
Don’t bother about him/her.
Let’s talk about ‘us’ instead.

~S.H.~