this message will be erased when i listen to it and my heart cringes.
it won't be saved, it will be stored so that i can recall it, hear your voice, and wish i hadn't listened.
what i have saved is that night we pretended we were blind and studied each other with our fingertips.
i've saved the way your chest felt against my face.
i've saved every stone, every leaf, every bird, every star we've ever thanked, every morning we've ever cursed and every moon we've ever sang to.
the words have been stored.
the memories have been saved.