Summer: Feeling
I haven’t
talked to you
in three years,
but the sound
of your voice,
is still with me.
It hurts
to remember,
all of the pain
your vocal
chords harbored.
But, I am
barely alive
and if it brings
you peace,
to know I’m in
pieces then this
tongue-in-cheek
effort is lost.
Maybe when
I’m near death,
something will
click and
apologies can
crease my tongue.
Until then,
you are happier
without this.
