It’s funny that these two months of quarantine,
I missed your voice.
I missed,
Seeing the words you were gonna say,
how they jumped off your tongue,
catching wind to ride upon
to surf into my ears.
I missed you,
soon drawing me to reach out.
However,
the voice,
I so missed the sound of,
somehow sounded different.
Your words stayed glued to your tongue,
somehow falling off it bittersweetly.
Your words
rang differently in my ears,
like a melody
I once loved played out of tone.
It was strange, brand new to me
as if I hadn’t heard it
several times prior.
Could that have been it?
Could my ears
have simply just changed their receptors,
so the voice
I needed to hear would have come from your parted lips
to never gone heard.
I’m sure with time,
I’d fall in love with your voice once again,
much like I did in the past, but
Seasons change much as people do.
I’m to wait for the new melody,
The voice
I don’t ever want to stop hearing,
The one that’ll whisper
I love you
at night and I wouldn’t miss it
