I heard your voice
You sounded distant, a far cry in a deserted hall
Somewhere beyond the silent space that I occupy.
You are on the tip of my tongue
A familiar sound, an enunciated vowel
More than a cursory utterance of love.
In my dreams my arms reach out to embrace you.
I catch a glimpse of you as the shadows recede and the sun filters in through the shutters
But you have already left, and all I have is the empty space that you once occupied.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
For Day 14 of napowrimo.
With love to all. May you have peace in your hearts and compassion in your soul.
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