Her Voice

Ending a call with her, I am at my weakest...

Softly demanding

To be heard

By anyone that will

Take the time

To hear her out

Heart and soul

 

She changes her tone

Not letting go

Of waiting ear

Trust on other end

Voice drops

Softly begging no end

 

She doesn’t know

Just how so

The affect it has

Strings it pulls

The changes it causes

Within steady beat

 

Dangling over an end

Unable to say goodbye

Uneasy disconnect heard

Between every breath

On ever sigh

She lets him hear

 

She can’t comprehend

Or hear through him

The desire to carry on

Day after day

Hour after hour

Far beyond availability

 

Sweetest of sounds

Not letting go easily

Justly calling for more

Another minute more

Whispering goodbye for now