Who Shot John?

Imagine a whisper that's not so loud-
what would it mean to you?
Imagine something you can't hold-
is it between me and you?
I'm living through photographs; and no matter how it ends-
it's never
picture perfect. There's a piece of all my lovers in
every!-
song in my life. Yet,
even if I wrote the perfect one,
I still wouldn't get it right.
Imagine a whisper that's not so loud.
What would it mean to you?
Imagine something you can't hold.
Is it between me and you?
I'm so obsessed with metaphors- the city, songs, photographs;
the pen bleeds
(intentionally)
so I can escape.
So I can hear that whisper and fill that space between
you and me
with all the things that were already there to begin.
Imagine a whisper that's not so loud,
what would it mean to you?
Imagine something you can't hold,
is it between me and you?