The coincidence of a vague physical resemblance
followed by an accidental but absolute audio replica
brings up a vibrant ghost from the past...
Sometimes,
I close my eyes,
and I just hear your voice.
Frightening,
the power of sound,
after all this time apart.
I could never explain to others
how so many of your questions got answers,
how the simplest of words complicated everything.
Repeating
the vowels in your last name,
I know nothing has changed except the calendar.
Pain may drain away.
But anger - and hunger - stay.
I paid.
Still, I do regret
not always doing right by you.
Sometimes,
I close my eyes,
and I just hear your voice.
Every night,
I close my eyes.