#32

Well something good happened and
you should be the last thing on my mind
because lately all I see when I think of you
is a shadow of what
you might have been.
I pick up the phone to call you and it hits me again.
The last time we talked wasn't
really talking it was me
keeping calm through shaking storms
and the machines creating the illusion that you
were answering.
I pick up the phone to call you and it hits me again
like a fresh bullet
that you're not here.
That number is gone.
So I remember when I'd get straight A's and you'd tell
me that was great
and I was going to go far
and you were
Proud.
Well now I don't hear these things so I slip on my bathrobe and
hibernate for a few thousand years lost in the
sound of your voice
suffocated by a sea of regret.