February 14th,
I'm sure you couldn't hear me, but I'm also sure I'd heard your voice. Maybe I was hearing things...? How long until I'll be seeing them too?
Perhaps I'm running mad...again.
Just when I thought I was getting better, healing. And then you come along and decide to die! Decide to take me back on this rollercoaster...One. More. Time.
I'm sick of it! I'm sure I'll be sick of it forever. I'm sure I was never healed at all.
But when I heard your voice mamma...I didn't want to scream, I didn't have to cover my ears with my hands. I just had to stare. Stare at nothing at all and absorb the sound of your voice in my mind...in my soul.
You will never come back mamma,
Oh, not a chance,
but I'll keep your voice close.
Lucy x
