#wanwrites

A single voice.

A simple sound. can take me back to you.

For a second I think of you,

or what you ment to me

I see you in strangers.

I feel you in the space around me

For a second I see you, in the eyes of a passerby,

In the pleasant whistle of a guardian.

I picture you there,

By some miracle. Some impossibility, and I run to you

I cry in your arms and feel complete for the first time in a long while.

Then. . . the second is over.

I am back in a world where you are no more

It is just me, a sole voice, whistling alone.

It is a little like I lost you,

even though you are not gone

I get frightened when you come by now

when you used to be my home.