Your voice haunts me

Your voice haunts me.

 

It wails silently hidden behind the ages.

I hear it break through.

Tearfully, mournfully, sinfully.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

It reminds me of when you last spoke to me.

Like the first time.

It pierces my heart

and

dominates my soul.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

It calls me back

to another place

in

another time

only to be forgotten

so long ago.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

Stop it.

Stop calling me.

Stop drawing me back in

to a place

of non-existence

where only hurt and pain

reside.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

It echoes in the deepest chambers of my heart.

It reverberates like a call from the wild

in the middle of a cold

winter’s night.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

It sings a song that

tantalizes me into thinking

that maybe,

just this once,

that maybe,

you stand in front of me

still.

 

Your voice haunts me.

 

And, I stop and cry.

I cry the tears of the unknown

who hear the voice

that pulls

them out of their reality

into the deepest of their

felt humanity.

 

And, I stop and cry.

 

Because it is you.

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