The Voice

It's coming back,

The voice that I had stopped hearing,

Of the universe,

Teasing, nudging, whispering,

Once again.

And I like how playful it makes me,

And how it makes me want to punch it too,

But I want to keep it,

Closer than before,

To me and my conscience,

Because I don't like,

When the universe doesn't speak to me,

Even though I know,

It is always listening.