Without Them

Without Them

I’m listening, I’m listening, but I can not hear the words.
Are you speaking? Are you talking?
The sound is muddled, I can not hear.
I’m straining, over extending my senses, but the words elude me.
Am I unworthy? Am I not trusted?
I’m trying; I’m crawling, inching nearer to the sound.
Then I’m falling, forgotten, can you see me down here?
What is this place, where am I?
I hear the voices above but can’t make out the words.
And then they’re fading and their gone. I’m alone.
I am here amongst this new place.
I am afraid, abandon, forgotten. This place is scary.
But a bird calls and no predator answers.
Could this be safe? Do I need to cower?
What is this strange new world?
I wander and nothing bites. It does not snap, it does not hiss.
It is peaceful, I like it here.
Then I hear something, far off, getting closer.
What is it? I listen, perk my ears and wait.
And there I hear it, the voices I was chasing.
They are walking, calming. Calming walking by.
My instinct is to pursue these voices.
And I hear them, I wait, I stand. They walk away.
And I realize in the silence that I am happy here without them.