Lost Voice

It doesn’t happen often, it’s something of an odd occurrence,

The first time was when I was sick, it was a mess of coughs and sneezes and doctors appointments; it was a fit of giggles and sleep, it was nothing more than a common cold that had taken its plague a bit too far. 

The second time, I was singing at the top of my lungs amongst a crowd of like-minded people, screaming and cheering for the music to never stop.

The next day as I reminisced of the music, I’d sing along, giving my car its very own concert. 

The third and last time was when you left me. I screamed. I begged. I cried until there was nothing left inside my chest but lumps and clusters of pain. You told me we were no good, I told you I’d try but you weren’t having it. You told me you’d miss me.

I screamed that you were lying but I whispered that I’d miss you too. 

I thought that my voice would leave me for good that day ... 

Turns out, I’m louder than ever before.