Whispering the past

There is a voice
so small

etched
in the dark

engrained

so absent
that
sometimes I wonder
if she exists

existed
at all

but she did

I did

a voice so lost
drowned out by
background

foreground

which ever ground
I tread on now

so faint I thought
I'd fail to hear

But I am still here.
"I am still here"
she seems to say.