𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬

late nights
covered in velvet
and sins washed clean
by silver streams
of shower water.
silence haunts the still air
so i hum a melody
forgetting now
where it was originally found.
it becomes a whistle
and i stop.
only one person i know
whistles like that.