In a Low Voice

poem

It was a long walk
I liked being
With him

I think he liked
Being with me

He would often say
You see that house

It’s beautiful
Don’t you think

Yes, one like that
One day, you’ll see

Every time we walked
We would stop in front of
The house

I was small
He would come down
To my height

To tell me
In a low voice

You see
You see it