Yours is the voice I hear
just before I fall asleep
seductive whispers
that wrap around my ear
like silk
yours is the hand I reach for
in the dead of night
when the stars abandon me
and the moon grows pales
yours are the lessons I’ve learnt
about life and love
and I try to love you
I try
but those whispers
don’t reach my soul
that hand
doesn’t reach my heart
and those lessons shake
with the echoes of pain
I try
but I am burnt
and no balm exists
to cool my wounds