awaiting a breathy murmur

from a voice

long dimmed, lost in the gnarled

passageways of memory

to come and caress the desolate night


awaiting a dusky whisper

from that voice

muted still, adrift on the breeze

of time’s murky pathway

to thaw and dispel the settling gloom


awaiting a hushed memory

to surface and fill

those voids left by wordless banter

and the deafening din

to finally still