touch me

death
touched
me
while
Life stood by
pretending it's
presence was 
Not there

Voices 
Cowardly 
Spoke 
In denial
Like a Peter
Forsaking
His messiah 

mortality
Whispered 
To me

Hearing 
A familiar voice
On my mother's 
Voice-mail

Reminding me
Of a vacancy
that lies within
The corridors 
Of my soul

i miss u