I never really got the chance to really know you the first time.
But you kept coming back, and that voice of yours, that's what captivated my attention. What stopped me, and begged me to listen.
To look closer.
That singing voice, like a siren out at sea, bringing in the sailors and anyone else around that could hear it.
So I told him to pay attention, and fast forward and here we are.
We still do not know much about you, like the recent others, you are fresh, you are new to us.
But you are intriguing, and I will like to know more.
Distance has once again, come between us, and now it is much harder to keep track, to keep conversations from fading.
But I can still hear you sing. Like your voice left echoes that never fade.
They just keep...
...begging me to listen.
Dear Siren, we have not been the best at keeping in touch.
But I know this will be rectified.
There is time.
I can still hear your laugh, I can still see your face light up, and your eyes wide open in amazement.
That silliness that made you who you are.
It is a painting that can not be erased.
Let me hear you.
For I hope, you hear me.