Ring in My Ears

By Harold David

Illustration by Christine Eunnice Tayde

I miss the days
when your words
would strengthen me—
fill me—
like water
poured in a cup,
or light flooding
the whole room:
it’s quenching—
illuminating.
I miss the days
when your voice
would ring in my ears
whenever
I am in a situation
full of anxiety or fear;
you speak to me
even if you’re not there—
you are guiding me
whenever
I am scared.
I miss the days
when you are
the only person
I looked forward
to see everyday—
to see walking
this deserted hallway.
I miss the days
when you’re still here;
I miss you—
please come back.