Her Voice “Poem”

Her voice echoes in my ears today
I was making gyros at Busch boulevard
She lives somewhere near at Busch
A customer ordered something I forgot
I got lost in her voice
Her voice was Her voice
My heart fades away
Her voice
Oh her voice
Her voice was this I wondered
Her voice or ecstasy
What to make of her voice
Life or death
Sense or sensibility
Love or hate
What if it’s Her voice?
What if it is Her?
Numbed for a second was I
Stones among the stones was I
I couldn’t say anything
She comes to the window and I saw
That was not her my fate is against me
Years will I see her or write poetry
Where is she?
I resumed my labor’s
Her voice still echoes
In my words is Her voice
In my breaths is Her voice
Her voice oh my Lovers Voice