Hearing voices

Sometimes I imagine I can hear your voices

Light and moving like music

Sometimes your voice had laughter in its music

And his was like that too in my recollection although at the time it did not seem so to me.

And I am here with the same voice with the same music and the lightness

But you are not here to answer me

Where have you gone!

How can you leave me like this?

I see you running across the park

Swinging on the swings and climbing trees

And we hear our mother, she’s calling us home for dinner.

Yes there’s the music the laughter and the sadness in your voices

They alight and they float away on the wind like leaves

And I am left here.