Puzzle 15: I Miss the Voice

I miss the voice,

I used to listen to.

With the voice,

I found gaiety in my speech.

The voice keeps me alive,

And it keeps me going through my bad days.

Sometimes in the silence,

I could still hear the voice, talking to me.

I miss the voice,

I used to talk to.

Sometimes it's whispering,

Saying something meaningful,

But doesn't want me to really care about it.

Sometimes it's humming,

Kinda singing a song to me.

I miss the voice,

The voice calling me 'kakak,'
The voice calling me 'adik.'
The voice calling me 'friend.'

Many things we talked about.

About our lives,

About our dreams,

About our experiences,

About ourselves.

Until we got to know to each other very deeply.

Missing the voice,

Yes, I still am.

Every night before closing my eyes,

Imagining myself hearing the voice.

Every morning waking up from the bed,

Pretending like I hear the voice.

When I remember the voice,

What do I do?

When I hear the voice,

What will I do?

When I talk to the voice,

What can I do?

When I miss the voice,

What shall I do?

Here it is...

When I meet the voice again,

This what I'll do.

I want to spill my true feelings.

I want to pour my heart out,

Putting all my sayings just into one piece of word.

"I love you for Him."

Yes,

I miss the voice.

Note: Yes, I'm truly missing the voice. It's been a long time since I've heard the voice is talking to me. I'm longing to hear it again. However, no matter what, I'm still continue missing the voice and I keep praying to Him to give some other time to talk to the voice again. May He grant my wish.

Thank you for reading my poem:)

May Allah bless us all!


p/s: Oh Allah, please save Palestine!

With love,
Qamar Purnama.