Since I Hear Your Voice

February 12, 2017
By Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
Escritora PLATINUM, Bucharest, Other
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A soothing stroke from a lock of cool hair,
Bearing your smooth, silken scent with finesse,
It traces my features—I do not dare,
I dare not wake, lest I break this caress.
Your sonorous voice, out in the distance,
It lands on my ear—somnolently sings,
A soft tune, quietly hums me to a trance,
Where I don’t dare wake, lest I tie this song’s wings.
No, I don’t dare, but instead I deny,
That it is the wind that tickles me so.
That your presence could be just a dry lie.
That your lulling lullabies last no more,
But took flight with the roar of outside noise.
And, yes, it’s been years since I hear your voice.

The author's comments:

This piece illustrates the difficulty of acknowleding the loss or absence of a loved one, especially when your mind is constantly playing tricks on you; the sound of a car passing by, the feel of wind entering the room through the window--anything can evoke memories that one is consciously trying to evade.

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