I can hear your voice in my head.
That beautiful accent of yours.
I miss you.
I wonder what your kisses are like.
And when I hear your name
I also hear
“What if?” and “What happened?”
You were that one person I wanted to share my music with. My thoughts with. Everything.
And now we don’t even exchange hellos.
Wearing your sweater ‘cause I miss you tons and it smells like you.