Whispering

Sitting alone with a dim light,
I think about the still night.
There is quite all around me,
Except for the faint whispering he puts inside me.
I feel an ache in my heart,
Forgetting him is unfinished art.
Recently I've seen his face,
This true love ended in fast pace.
It hurts seeing him married to another,
I wanted it to be me, not some other.
Years have swept me by,
Alone I sit and cry.
Will there ever be,
Another Love whispereing inside of me?