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