And the other side whisper.

I never really lose sight of you.

I can see important events though others you meet eyes.

That means I'm forward, backward and in the witching hours and godly hours two. 

Those double numbers and what they mean for that age you. 

That means that adore   complexities do not die. 

Your all, always on my mind now I'm more than the touch shadow, of the unimportant body. 

It does suck not to be able to hug you, that time bound itself to your heart and my soul. 

I am not scared or scary, and when you need me I'm invisibly around. 

A faint sound, breeze, saying, sneeze, an unexpected laugh. 

There all us in an effort to get thoughts and though to the stage you're at. 

A bit of bitter reassurance, a pinch and a punch each month. 

In a way, we can all be fairy godmothers. 

Can't grant wishes, but wish for you to be granted whatever is truly necessary at that point of hurt. 

I guess writing is a form of whisper, as  is not spoken voice. 

So the bumper stickers, license plates, word tattoos are there as visual aide. 

A little pick me up, or a warning. 

We can still access your world............ if closure, check in, congratulations, or come with me now. 

The book shuts quickly when it's silent.