I find it odd how I have memorized your voice and the way it sounds—how every vowel, consonant, texture and complexion follows one after the other, forming the song of words called your voice.
But I find it even more odd that I have heard your voice say the words "I love you" in my head, again and again, with such deepness, soul and passion—and I've pictured myself watching the brightness in your eyes and the roll of your tongue over the words, followed by the curve of your smile.
Yet strangely, I had never heard, nor seen you tell me that you love me in real life, yet every detail of my mind makes me believe you have.
YOU ARE READING
Or Maybe Be
PoetryEverything I wish to say, but more. A new chapter in the life of me, continuing on with love for both someone new, and myself.
