Is My Voice That Horrible to Hear?
My heart sinks as the call goes unanswered,
Your silence echoes, a deafening refrain.
Hours pass, a text arrives, disconnected –
“I missed your call, I was just quite busy, my dear.”
When we’re together, your phone is ever-ready,
Responding in kind to each incoming chime.
But when I call, I’m left there, lonely and weary,
Questioning if my voice is a burden, a crime.
I’ve spoken my heart, yet nothing seems to alter,
This pattern of neglect, this lack of his time.
Five minutes, that’s all I can steal, a mere smattering,
Is my voice so horrible, so unworthy to chime?
I long to be heard, to matter, to be cherished,
Not an afterthought, a last resort in your minds.
My voice, does it truly sound so utterly horrid?
Or is his heart the real source of this divide?
