Would you recognise...

Would you recognise my voice if I called today?

It‘s deeper now.

Strengthened & sunken by a few months of syringes.

My singing voice is lower than my fathers.

‘It’s me’.

But do you remember what I sounded like before?

Was it really me?

Yes.

The past is as truthfully and incompletely me as today as the future. A circle of self.

‘It’s me’

Do I sound older now?

Wiser.

Fuller.

We talked about so many futures, so many paths my voice could take. Yet we imagined little of what has transpired.

The ‘me’ it is, is nothing the ‘me’ it was could have made.

Is it you?

Do I know the sound of your voice?

Has it blurred and faded in my memory?

Or does it linger still…

Like the perfume I still recognise on others.

I won’t call.

It’s me.