A missing part of me
a limb so to speak
a knife in my back
with the pain but
no metal peeking out
of my shoulder blades.

A voice here and there
it speaks to me in the night
whispers "I miss you" and
"I shouldn't have gone" but
the voice hasn't gone away and
it may never leave me be.

But, the thing about voices
are that they aren't always yours
and they tend to take the form of
your friends, family, and lovers.
What were you? Were you technically
all of the above? Or were you simply
just a friend? Maybe an almost lover?
You felt like family, but the things I
wanted weren't something you'd do
with a sister or cousin...

Your voice whispers to me in the night
and I cannot let it leave.
But the less I see you
and the less I hear from you
the more your voice fades
and the more I grow in
loneliness.