'the' voice.

November 20, 2017.

Originally written in fall of 2013.

i'm what gives her heart life.
it pounds,
it quivers,
it flutters.
she keeps listening for more.
i'm so
versatile 
so slow.
she presses play
over and over
again
because she wants it all.
nonstop.

i don't know how i do it,
but it's more than just her
that obsesses for me.
i had difficulties in the past.
they've been overcome
and i'm what he's remembered for.
as sweet as the wine she drinks,
i touch her
so smoothly,
so boldly,
so irresistibly,
it appears as if i'm a guily pleasure.
she'll never stop.

i stop,
but i'm still vocal
in her mind,
in her daydreams,
in her soul.
and when the time comes,
i can't be heard,
i won't give life to what he wants to say,
she'll miss me,
maybe more than she'll miss him.
she won't be the only one
longing for me.