Soft as the petals of a rose
Sweet as honey on my tongue
Warm as the summer that thawed the icy , cold winter away
Cold, as the winter that drove the sun away
Turbulent as the wind before a storm
No matter what state it was in
Your voice was like the flow of the river through hills and valleys-
Always there but never really appreciated
Had I known that one day
I will wake up with silence as my companion
I would have stopped to stare at the river a little longer, admiring its curvature, its glittering surface when the sun shone upon it -
I would have appreciated your voice more, your opinions here and there
Had I known that
One day I will wake up
2 AM in the morning
With my nightmares on repeat like a song in my head
I would have valued your soft whispers at night, which lulled me to sleep
It's true when they say
You don't know the value of something until it's no longer in your vicinity
And now when I hear its echoes in the hallways
I still shiver at it...