I used to hope that you wouldn’t forget the sound of my voice when the only thing I had left to say was I’m sorry but what happens when you have nothing left to be sorry for? silence. no longer hearing echoes of apologies my voice has traveled far beyond what the eyes can see all I have left in me is a glimpse of light lightyears away even if I self destruct I will continue to lighten your night sky all the while never breaking the silence that fills the air between us