The Voice

I sit still, in the dark
Listening to a dog bark
And thinking about the voice that
said those things I did not want to hear;
Sweet, mellifluous, it lulled me to sleep
As the words cut deep into my heart

The warm wind whistles over my warm flesh
My mind gropes for answers to her questions
It finds none, and so I sit still, in the dark,
Dreaming about this fading voice
Pouring from lips I once kissed,
Distorting this face I once worshiped
Whispering the things that broke my heart
And waking me up with a frightening start.

And now I'm a statue in the dark
Listening to a lone dog's lonely bark
Time rolled over and sat still
He sighed deeply, and kept me company.

May 2010