#missing your voice

[the-madness-that-breaks]

I miss her in the quiet moments,

when nothing asks for my attention

and everything reminds me of her.

Her name lingers in my chest,

unspoken but heavy,

like a song I never finished.

Some nights I swear she’s almost here,

in the space beside me,

in the breath before sleep,

in the hope I pretend not to have.

I carry her absence gently,

because missing her

is the last way

I still get to hold her.

[jtmaster13]

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[the-madness-that-breaks]

Do you actually miss me,

or just the quiet I left behind,

the way a room cools after a candle’s gone,

still warm, but no longer alive?

Do you care for me,

or for the habit of my name,

resting on your tongue,

familiar as a song you don’t listen to anymore?

I wonder if absence ever startles you,

if my silence knocks at odd hours,

or if you’ve learned to live,

without checking the door.

I miss you in verbs,

in things unfinished,

in questions that ache,

because they never learned how to end.

But tell me,

when you think of me,

is it a wound,

or just a memory that doesn’t hurt enough to keep?

[the-madness-that-breaks]

I could start with the easy ones,

Morning light on the wall,

The way coffee forgives me,

Songs that know my childhood,

better than I do.

I’d list faces next,

the ones that feel like home,

even when we don’t speak,

Laughter that arrives unannounced,

Hands that stayed.

Then places,

A street I never learned the name of,

but still miss,

Rooms that remember me,

more kindly than I remember myself.

I’d keep going,

Books with cracked spines,

Silence that doesn’t ask questions,

The exact moment before rain.

The list would grow long,

curling at the edges,

crowded with love I didn’t realize,

I was carrying so carefully.

And only at the end,

after the ink thinned,

after my wrist ached,

would I pause, surprised,

by the empty space left.

As if I had forgotten,

I was allowed to be included,

As if loving the world,

were easier than circling my own name,

and admitting,

I belong there too.

[jtmaster13]

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[itsdomonnnique]

S,

I got the job! Aren't you proud of me?! I was so happy I squealed. Haha. You know I'm such a goofball that I couldn't help it. Once I got off the phone with the store manager, you were the first person I wanted to tell then I realized that was impossible because all contact has been cut between us. Instantly my heart hurt. I can't tell you about me making my goals and I can't hear about you making your goals. It saddens my heart deeply. Fortunately for us both life goes on and won't stop because you are gone. I'll continue to make my goals and pray you are making yours. I hope you're as good as I imagine you are. 💋💋💋

[hippieandsunshine]

I wonder how you're doing. I wonder what you have been up to. I wonder how much happier you are there. I wonder if you ever think about me. I wonder if you are ever by my side. I wonder if you see me at my lowest points. I wonder what you think of me now. I sure do miss the hell out of you. Life just isn't the same, without you living this crazy life with me.

[claralipuma]

#101

​So, I don't know how to say this in a way that doesn't sound like I'm obsessed but, I keep missing you. I'm not really the type to get attached to people so easily and it's weird to say it out loud but I think at some point I just got used to the sound of your voice. Mornings when I woke up tangled up in your arms just became routine the same way you making my tea in the morning did. The idea of coming to you when I wasn't feeling my best and having you hug me and tickle me and fill my ears with goofy comments that you know were guaranteed to make me laugh; that's become a memory now.

I wake up everyday now surprised as to why I'm wrapped up in blankets instead of you. My tea is always cold in the morning now. On days when I'm down I'm forced to turn on the TV and fake my laughter in order to fill the silence.

I think that's the worst part. It's always quiet without you now. I didn't think it'd hit me that hard but it did. All of a sudden there's no background music, no silly jokes being told, and your voice, fuck, it's not there anymore. I don't get to fall asleep to it or wake up to it. It all happened to quickly I didn't realize how much comfort I got from just hearing you say my name.