I want to hear you
I want to hear you calling me on the phone,
inviting me over when you're alone
I want to hear you saying my name when we're tired and restless
I want to hear you screaming at the top of your lungs of how you hate the world
and I want to hear you whisper softly
of how the world remains a wonder
I want to hear you when you're vulnerable and your voice is barely speaking
and I want to hear you when your voice cracks because you're so happy
maybe my ears classified your voice as music
and I am a fan, a mere lunatic
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
