Whisper
I wake up in the dead of night to hear a voice crying out.
I'm calling you, little girl, won't you come and say hello?
I decide to investigate, despite all of my doubt.
Come back to me, you know you haven't stopped time's flow.
But the voice is gone and I can no longer find my guide.
I'm choked up in your presence and I can't call your name.
It was all another trick of your memory I keep locked up inside.
Is there really something here to believe, or is this a part of the game?
I almost wish you hadn't gone and left me here like this.
I sometimes wish I hadn't raced away for you.
I wish we had just spent more time, given one final kiss.
It was an act of courage, but sometimes it just doesn't feel true.
So I ignore that begotten whisper in the middle of the night.
I try to cry out, 'Raven, please don't go away.'
And so I sink to bed and dream of the time when everything was all right.
But now you're gone and afterlife has me, forever and a day.