The aching of a voice
a hollowed out choice
to listen
the harrowing of what it says
how it plays out in my head
the reaction makes me hear it more
an un deliberate underscore
the four ways to walk
North south east and west
Even my actions and foot prints talk with her voice
and its tone I hear through the static of like sounding voices
her moan sends shivers down my spine
I hear a different version in the movement of the trees branches
Life dances, and the leaves of the trees say in a Kinetic way I love you
but her voice inside my head says I hate you so much
we hardly ever touched when I knew her
but love is the spur
to touch and talk to her
my Queen, my life,my dream.
