The sound of your voice is louder in the dark
When you call out my name in the pitch black halls
Your voice echoes and fades out
As if someone strummed one string of a guitar
And waited until the vibrations died down
There is no grand ending to such a sound
It ends plainly
YOU ARE READING
Senses
PoetryA compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨
