Voice
I heard your voice today.
That cool crisp sound
that reminds me
of a sunny fall day.
A beautiful reminder of life
in the form of
fiery leaves and autumn bird song.
In these hours of self induced calamity
where my own voice
is filled with creeping
and quite tears.
You speak his name.
You speak it like mine.
Or, more to the point
you speak it like you used to
for my own name.
Like a broken dam
it advanced deeper
flooding the civil war
that is raging in my heart.
The love that had always protected me.
That had always,
even when I neglected it,
fueled the life and purpose
for my weary and wandering soul.
Drowned in those torrents
produced by the end of that phone call.
The loudest click of my life
with the hush of your tone,
I became what I feared the most.
A memory to you.
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