I barely remember how your voice sounds anymore,
or at least I like to think I've almost forgotten.
It still echoes in my empty head late at night when I can't sleep...

Your voice sounds so close now but so far away.
I thought I could feel your rough hands
around my neck
when you typed how badly you craved me.
I felt my heart skip
And my skin burn,
When you said tensions were high
and you missed me.