divide

I swore your voice
was the sound I would
always
follow

but somewhere
I hit a fork
in the road

(a fork
in the road)

somewhere
I never quite realized
that I turned one way
as you
the other.

That voice
that once dragged me to beaches
and drowned me
in seas

(you’ve drowned me)

left me parched and begging

all alone.
And so,
I had no choice
but to keep on walking.

I hope you’ll find me.

(I hope you’ll find me).

—  Michelle K., Your Voice.