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Your voice rapes my ears.

The dieing of your voice

is one of my secret fears.

I miss the laughter that we made.

We wouldn’t even have to try.

The day I bade

you goodbye.

I see your picture

everywhere.

I go to find you.

Even though I’m looking for anything else.

But I don’t really want to.

A different voice takes my time.

A colder hand is holding mine.

I wish you hadn’t scarred me so

or said goodbye.

I want to tell someone I love them

but deep inside

I know

It’s a lie.

I know there was a time I touched you

with my words

I even loved you.

Those days are gone

we’re moving on.

I wonder if I would take it all away

even if I knew.