I hear his voice as I read my email. Like a movie voice-over, it punctuates my message. A chain of messages narrated by the voices of my past and present. I hear their voices, deep and reassuring, warm and loving, accented by six countries, echoing through my head as I read. If read on, I hear her voice, his and then yours. This narration keeps you close to me even though I hardly ever speak to you. I hear your voice and it makes me remember.
© 2012 Latte Junkie