When we were young, it all came so easy.
If you just gave a shout, I would have been there in a jiffy.

Now we have grown older, and none the wiser.
Our voices are dimmer, and our hearing has grown weaker.

Your heart calls, but I can’t hear.
Don’t be afraid, like me.

Grab my hand, and pull us away from this darkness.
For not reaching out first, Friend, I am sorry.


Where did the words go?
Deep in some corner
of this lost soul

What would they say?
What would they feel?
If these words made their presence known

Is it sound?
Does it hurt?
Maybe it is better to stay hidden

For good.