I am told it is in the voice

The phone call

I’ve been waiting for

Telling me I should not

Stop

Telling the story

The voice is one

I know

Full

With expectation

Unwilling to agree

I have no business

At the bar

(Step back please)

Not enough time

To drink

The words

Of the ages

It’s all been

Done (In Exile)

And the voice,

Breathy & hollow,

Now silenced

Until more

Weight is assigned