Such a Sweet Voice

Tiffany walked on up, I wasn’t dressed yet, I wasn’t ready,
She was early, or I was somewhere close behind,
I had missed her, so nice to see her, when our silence crushed the echoes,
Such a sweet voice, we laughed out loud, our spirits shined;
Janelle called while in transit, in my truck, in route to Hilo,
Just to hear my voice, and to talk about tattoos,
And her new job, so exciting, with special kids, back in the classroom,
Such a sweet voice, I had to go, who took my shoes;
Kristin stood there waiting, behind the counter, reserved and ready,
Stencils in her hand, smile on her glance,
Today the feathers would be painted, under the gun, with needle brushes,
Such a sweet voice, an artist true, blood in the dance;
Ashley searched my backpack, found them there, and brought them over,
Kyanite, and smokey quartz, to ease the pain,
Her spirit soothed and softened, sparked and shimmered, swirled and glistened,
Such a sweet voice, a gentle soul, my eyes make rain;
Gina brought it over, worth the wait, warm and delicious,
The saag paneer, the garlic naan, and vegan dreams,
Those hot samosas, tandoori spices, and caring friendship through the oohing,
Such a sweet voice, releasing hunger, accepting gleams;
And there you were, within me, on my mind, and through the moments,
Holding me, and surrounding me with rose,
Never leaving, always loving, you’re so amazing, how much I miss you,
Such a sweet voice, I love you so, and so it goes,
Such a sweet voice, I love you so, and so it goes.