I woke up because I heard your voice- <br />audibly, it was a loud whisper in my ears: <br />“my baby”... it was no dream <br />it was too real, <br />I got up, neglecting to take a blanket, <br />ignoring the cold against my skin – <br />my feet taking me to all the corners of my house <br />my hands feeling my way in the dark… <br />not finding you… <br />just empty corners <br />and the ghost of your voice <br />calling me <br />leaving me on the cold floor <br />of an empty corner, <br />repeating my answer <br />repeating it to the naked <br />cold wall.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-of-night/
