your name is the only thing i hear
the birds outside are singing
my music is playing loud on speakers
your name is the only thing i hear
the blood pumping in my veins
the water from the sink running
your name is the only thing i hear
i cried at the moom several nights
begging her to stop screaming your name
but now she only screams harder
your name is the only thing i hear
YOU ARE READING
for every night i have missed you
Poetrya small collection of poetry written on my darkest and longest days and nights.
