I thought about the way you used to say my name and I am tired of your voice.
I am tired of the constant deafening ringing in my ears when I hear them speak of you.
I am tired like old abandoned buildings creeking, waiting to collapse.
I am tired of empty promises
And the endless calls you said
That you wouldn't forget, like how the
Elderly in the old folks home wait by the phone just to hear a second of reassurance that they haven't been forgotten about.
I'm tired of the way you say my name.