Intent on feeling instead of hearing my words.
Eager to sift out the ones I have outgrown
return those that call my name, carry me forward,
speak them like a trail to follow when I am lost.
Will utter truth even when it cracks my surface.
Incapable of withholding even a syllable of himself
with the knowing it will suffocate our tomorrows.
Who will remember my voice,
long after I’ve gone.
Curiosity a must.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017