Voice

I still catch myself,

from time to time,

wanting to call you,

or contact you in some way,

and tell you all about my year,

or even something as simple as the weather,

just to allow myself to hear the velvet noise,

that slipped through your soft lips,

and then maybe everything I've experienced without you,

might finally be worth it

 

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