This is the first time I've heard your voice in months. It's reminded me me of the times we used to share. It's reminded me of how you were with me. I can't stop shaking. I miss you, god, I miss you.

I'm drunk now and my sorrows are still here. Playing your last voicemail again and again, I can't stop. All by myself in this dark room trying to sleep all day. I want to get away from the world now.

The memory I have of the last time we spoke plays on repeat. I can picture you perfectly. Everything is whatever until I picture what you looked like the last time I saw you. Laying there, motionless, in the suit you were supposed to wear with me for prom.

You were lowered into the ground, and I fell with you.