Speak to me,
I need to hear you.
Wherever you are,
just speak the words.
You summon me,
then banish me
just as quickly,
but even the pain
of resurrection
is better than silence.
I know you’re out there,
hurt and yearning
for something.
These strange times
are enough to break
anyone.
Even the strong,
even the weakest of us
need someone.
Call me.
I am here,
aching to hear you.
Give me a sign,
a reason to believe
you’re alive.
The digital ghost
on your phone
has no soul
and no light.
I need to hear
the words from your lips,
the vibration,
the timbre.
Emotion
changes the world.
Call me.
Speak to me.
Listening to the voice
inside your head
is dangerous,
and recently
you’ve been hearing
darker things,
whispers in your mind
that weren’t there before.
They make you think
that it’s okay
to dwell on darkness
and violence.
Speak to me,
even if I’m not around.
Say my name,
and I’ll come to you.
I would never refuse you.
I am yours
and you are mine,
and you know that this is true;
I won’t leave you.
If you need me,
just call,
because, I need you.
HG – 2021
