your voice repeats in my head
like wind that whirls around
autumn leaves in the silent streets
of my little town.
their loud, cold shh's fill the atmosphere
and sound like a symphony of whispered phrases,
spoken with tongues that were drenched in love

your voice rustles my thoughts
around the bareness of my skull,
they echo into my mind all the memorable phrases i have heard you speak,
every one we exchanged that was dripping in our love and molded with our truths

your voice whistles like the whirling
wind that plays with those leaves,
and if i listen closely enough,

you're calling my name