Undelivered Love Letters

I scrape the words meant for you up across the roof of my mouth and swallow hard on their seething tendrils. The heavy glow of your last goodbye rises with my inhalations and wane with the last of my exhalations. If your music carries the power to bring people together, I can only hope my words do the same. I still hear you everywhere. With every clap and thud and rumble, you reverberate off my memories.

You know that moment when you’re staring off at nothing in particular, then everything comes into focus all at once? That’s how you make made me feel. Perhaps we’ll meet again soon, perhaps in a long forgotten dream. But for now I’ll fall asleep with the phone in my palm, arms outstretched, that eerie glow mocking my desperation.

I miss you ok.