My Thoughts On Paper

Fading

Your voice

In my head

Is starting to sound like mine

Is slowly fading

If not pictures

I would have lost your face

I am lost without you

I still beg to see you

I know you're not coming back

Your hand in mine

Your hand in my hair

Without you, I wouldn't be here

Warm hands

Turned cold

I am left here

Alone

I still write to you like you see

Are you proud of me?

I still wish

That for some reason

They had lied to me

You stare at me

From your spot on the wall

Your eyes pierce my soul

I silently beg for new friends

To not ask at all

I can't deny your existence

I don't want the pitying glances

When they ask how long?

Where's your mom?

Oh she's gone

She is still watching over me

I can't see her

But she still sees me

But

The voice

Her voice

Is slowly fading

It's starting to sound like mine

I used to call you so desperately

Just to hear the voicemail

Your phone disconnected

One tear

Turns to two

Turns into a waterfall

Winter

Spring

Summer Fall

Your voice

Is slowly

Fading

Why are you fading?

Fading

From me.