today I realised I forgot your voice.
the one you yelled or used with care.
how can the first thing you forget about someone be the thing that filled the air between us?
I wonder while I sit here and think what you´ve been using it for all these years -
if not talking to me.
has it changed at all?
I couldn´t pick it out of a crowd even if I tried.
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Author:
jo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2022 16:58
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Having lost loved ones, I get what you are saying about the sound of their voice. Loved how you put asking the questions.
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