You love it,
when his melodious voice speaks.
To you in particular.
It sings through your mind like a symphony of harps.
A perfect harmonization of beauty.
But to your embitterment,
you never spoke.
Never said a Word.
it could of been beautiful.
But you waited. Too long.
Watched another voice
slowly chisel itself in the way.
You rarely hear it.
His Voice.
It's too muddled.
Interwoven into a coarse braid that, involves two voices.
Completely wrong.
But this could have been prevented.
You could have been part of a delicate harmony.
His voice.
And all you didn't do,
was use yours.