I'm sorry I edited the last four stanzas. The version you saw was not enough. At first I didn't want to reveal what I saw at the end because its too personal, but I guess writing has a funny way of revealing what I want.
Reading this stirred something within me it’s a moving
write of a silent voice that is slowly starting to fade, slowly
starting to loose the sense of reality…each verse was so
descriptive its like sitting and hearing the writer say all this
and that voice is so loud and clear and at the same time
weighed with a sadness…a touching write.