The silence is bad, the silence is worse,
than hearing his voice
on the other side,
of the line.
There's a pull, between us,
drawn to you, drawn to me,
but never to be
again.
Forever done, forever gone,
this doesn't feel wrong,
but it doesn't feel right.
We used to be strong, we used to be bright,
but now I just want,
to get in a fight.
You're words, they haunt me,
describe me,
surround me.
They're in the can, at the bottom of my screen,
but they still exist,
I just want to scream.
