ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

High

Disappearing tendencies of the sounds,

Fazing out into your voice.

Whispering my name slow,

Even when I am under heavy bass.

I can hear you clear,

I can only listen to you.

Your lips saying my name,

Your voice sounding the same,

As it would,

When you had loved me.

The intoxication makes us imagine things,

We want the most.

So, I imagine you,

And to have you forever,

I remain high!