The Voice
We do not speak
I have not heard his voice spoken to me for too long now
The voice
The one
The only one I ever yearned for
I only ever listened for
I depended on and searched for and cherished
every word
For what feels like now to have been for one hundred years
A lot of words
All the words
The voice that spoke only to me
From one night a hundred years ago
On a dancefloor ... to a corner booth ... to my bedroom ... to our eternity
until he left me
Up until that one day
Just five months ago
For minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years
He spoke to me
Every day
For what feels like now to have been one hundred years
In such a way
To make me believe
His voice and words and he would never go away
Up until that one day
I found out he was using his voice and words
to
deceive me
to
hide
betrayal
He was also giving his voice and words
and not just his voice and words
To another
In such a way
That when I caught him
I made him go away
I've still had words to say
He no longer hears my voice
Since that one day
It is her voice now he searches for
It is her voice now that helps him slay me
I do not actually hear either of their voices
Except all of the imaginary words I recite in my head
of how they justify
him ... one hundred years of sleeping in my bed
to that one day
five months ago
without any words of regret
he walked away
erasing one hundred years
and went straight to her bed
We do not speak anymore
There are no words left to say
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