Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe). If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too. Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.
“… and hear your voice of treason.”
He was all mixed up. She had a way of turning his thoughts inside out. He didn’t know what he could trust because even his feelings seemed to betray him recently. Did he love her? Did he despise her? Sometimes that depended on the second.
When she curled against him his heart soared. When she lashed out at him, he sank. When she sought him out for companionship, for love, he felt he could hold her forever. When she was intentionally destructive, he couldn’t understand how things could go on.
Minute by minute, day by day, weeks, and months, and years, their relationship carried on in this manner until finally time took its toll on his beloved and she passed. Then, when she was no longer in his life, he knew that he had loved her all long. And, as the vet helped him pick out a marker for his dead cat, he couldn’t help himself from singing, “and hear your voice of treason, will you come home and stop this pain tonight, stop this pain tonight.”