Sometimes

Sometimes
I can still remember his voice,
calling me at night;
distant,
calm.

Sometimes
People try to make me speak
tell them what I remember
somewhere in my brain
I try to answer
but I can't,
I don't want to
say a word.

Sometimes
People try to reach out,
but they don't understand,
they didn't feel it
and they can't care.
His fingers, eyes,
nose, and mouth
are all mine.
I just want
peace.