Will you whistle to the Widows ?

I think she loved her
or the sound around it

The desperate pleas
The vague conundrum

I asked
a second second

to watch them swing
so far demented
I heard them singing

I heard a whistle

She ran away
far from here
In abandoned streets

I hear myself wondering
Why I envy her so much

Maybe Because I know
I could never have her
and neither could you

she's impervious to us

But I love her so