In the soft whisper of the truth,
You will hear things you like so much,
You want to hear them for all time,
And those you wish she hadn't said,
So much you'd rather die than stand the words,
But you must not finish her sentences,
For her,
Because even if you know what she will say,
Her words may seem to be the same,
But yours are empty chimeras,
As different from the real thing as thought from sound