The Voice

The voice I hear is loudest when
the quiet grey fog rolls 
drizzled with the damp 
of all the tears that I hold close

It seeks me in the strangest ways
but never does it speak
just tells me that it thinks of me
when I am small and weak.

It haunts my days and haunts my nights
it calls to me unbidden
and causes me to worry that
my secret won't stay hidden

So busily I live my life
and carry on with cheer
but the voice is with me constantly
ringing in my ear

Nothing muffles or stills the sound
its a voice that must be heard
I hear when love speaks my name
without a single word