Your voice is like a silent whisper that I no longer wish to hear
On any given day it breaks me down
like the soft hiss and hush of waves
working to break the levee
I feel your voice speaking from inside my cheeks
It feels like forever
and I still can't seem to shake you from my skin
how I say things the way you used to say them
how I sometimes think about things that make me uncomfortable
and say your name out loud to halt my thought's direction
I ******* miss you
but I don't want to miss you anymore
Moving on is the dilemma for ghosts
Who have nothing left to hold on to
I can't hold your ghost
There are people here who
are still perfectly capable of holding me
And when I see you again
Maybe you won't be able to hold me
Because I imagine
heaven
is energy
I know this in the way my skin still heats up
at the thought of your touch
you move my molecules a fire-friction-engine-rumble
You are energy
and this is how I know you are happy
because there isn't anything else you can be
This is how I know heaven is real
God is a ball of light that feels like a fiery smile when you touch it
But I still hear your voice at night
and maybe your memories creep up
like epiphany shivers
like
oh
This is just me missing you
I am still human
and I am allowed to do silly human things
Because I am alive
and so much self preservation
I haven't let you go yet
Which is why I still hear you
reminding me to do stupid things like take care of myself
and to not hang my head so wrecking-ball heavy
unless I am finally breaking down my own walls
to sucker punch my gut
in order to remind my lungs
that even without you here
the air still tastes so sweet
Reset my suckerpunch
to gasp
to fight for inhale
to understand
that my own breath
still tastes so sweet
I hear you
you silent whisperer
I hear you
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
Your voice is like a silent whisper that I no longer wish to hear
On any given day it breaks me down
like the soft hiss and hush of waves
working to break the levee
I feel your voice speaking from inside my cheeks
It feels like forever
and I still can't seem to shake you from my skin
how I say things the way you used to say them
how I sometimes think about things that make me uncomfortable
and say your name out loud to halt my thought's direction
I ******* miss you
but I don't want to miss you anymore
Moving on is the dilemma for ghosts
Who have nothing left to hold on to
I can't hold your ghost
There are people here who
are still perfectly capable of holding me
And when I see you again
Maybe you won't be able to hold me
Because I imagine
heaven
is energy
I know this in the way my skin still heats up
at the thought of your touch
you move my molecules a fire-friction-engine-rumble
You are energy
and this is how I know you are happy
because there isn't anything else you can be
This is how I know heaven is real
God is a ball of light that feels like a fiery smile when you touch it
But I still hear your voice at night
and maybe your memories creep up
like epiphany shivers
like
oh
This is just me missing you
I am still human
and I am allowed to do silly human things
Because I am alive
and so much self preservation
I haven't let you go yet
Which is why I still hear you
reminding me to do stupid things like take care of myself
and to not hang my head so wrecking-ball heavy
unless I am finally breaking down my own walls
to sucker punch my gut
in order to remind my lungs
that even without you here
the air still tastes so sweet
Reset my suckerpunch
to gasp
to fight for inhale
to understand
that my own breath
still tastes so sweet
I hear you
you silent whisperer
I hear you
Fist line donated by Nicole (Lady) Adams
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