when you breathe
when youre voice rumbles next to my ear
when your kiss lingers on my hand
when you say i love you
when you tell me goodbye

the way you sound
when youre gone
when youre sad
when im wrong
when you make no sound at all...

more often than not, i dont hear you, because most oftenly youre not here for my ears to pick up upon. and when you do spill noisily back into my life, staying just long enough to get me comfortable, then you rip yourself from me with a sound i dread, and yet have become achingly familiar with.

gone again you are, flitting away from me, giving me the chance to be alone, to relive the coldness of life without the security and warmth of your arms wrapped around me.