I do not remember voices
You can ask me what my own mothers voice sounded like and I couldn't recall anything but her laugh
Ask me what my brothers voice sounds like, I can't muster up anything but a muble and a smile.
But your voice rings in my ears from the moment I open my eyes and I swear if I focus hard enough I can hear your thoughts in my soul like a broken record repeating your words day in and day out until they've suffocated me to the point I can say anything but I love you..
I dont remember voices.
Strings of sentences attached to your breathing that means everything in the world and nothing at once because the stars are large and there's black holes and dead people and thousands of years before you just like there's thousands if years after you but your voice..is like god is whispering in my mouth. Yes, in my mouth because you flood my senses with every emotion ever invented all at once but the taste of you lasts forever.
I don't remember voices
But your voice sounds like a million summer sunsets and shimmering shards of gold being sprinkled on my tongue, in my ears, all over my body. The feeling of you will last until time itself ends and even after I'm gone I can promise the last thing my mind will make room for is you. The last sound my lips will touch is your name and I can promise you that when time stops and the sun resurrects me, the first thing I will think is how you sounded when you laughed my name into the universe's exhale.
When I wake up a thousand years from now and humanity has destroyed itself and your face is nothing but a memory of a memory, I will remember how you sounded all those nights when the night morphed to day and you were still there, saying those words and speaking your stories in a quiet whisper because your mother was awake, until tomorrow remembered you. It's engraved along the walls of my memory.
But I swear, I don't remember voices.
YOU ARE READING
redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you