I remember your voice.
Its all I can think about, playing constantly like a record on repeat.
A broken record, with shards of past longing and foolishness
Cutting into my soul each time I listen
Each **** a fresh reminder of your absence
Scar tissue layered upon rectified hopes
A mixtape of im sorry’s and I love you’s
That I desperately long to crush
Underneath the weight of your promise
And my heavy, drunken eyes.
Every night I futilely scramble to play a new song,
Laden with silky melodies to help me drift to sleep
But instead your laugh burns in the depth of my throat
(or is that the alcohol?)
which I clutch in an attempt to strangle out
the last of your whispers
and turn it off.