I keep hearing your voice I look around and don't see you but then I remember we're over, our story ended we're both picking up the pieces of our fallout I don't know who's more shattered we have to glue the pieces they won't be the same after we'll still ache for our presence still, feel the phantom touch we left on our bodies still, hear our voices in crowds but it'll be a trick of our mind we will go home and ache be in agony for days then act as if nothing happened