Your Voice

Your voice
remained
hidden in
your mouth.
Only whispers
came out
in blue and
orange tones.
Never one
to boast,
you swallowed
shadows that
you mistook
for water.
Never one
to pout,
you lived
your life free
of gossip
and rumors.
If you
were happy,
you seldom
smiled, and
your laughter
was contained.
You could
stay quiet
as much as
you could.
It was
your preference.
As you laid
in repose,
mourners
looked at
your soft,
calm smile.
There was
nothing
at all left
for you
to give this
cruel world.