some things i can still hear in your voice
the most inconsequential, mundane things
almost surprising upon the realization
that the voice in my head stopped being mine
and began being yours

they don't hurt
they don't make me miss you
not in the least

they're just there
as a reminder, i suppose
that i loved once to the point
of accidentally turning them into a permanent fixture in my life
in ways
other than physical
so i can still keep them
when they leave