Our voices haunt me
They speak in tune
They drum in equal beats
They strum along,always waltzing
I hear you continuously
I wish speaking would leave me
Do you know the pain that strikes
It overwhelms me
It draws me into the past once more
You would always answer the phone
My friends on the other end
They were such dorks
You would grin
You would giggle
You would ask about my crushes
You would speak of mall trips
You would speak of our tricks
They would tell you flawlessly
Always thinking it was me
I would glare at you
I would laugh with you
A trickster full of youth
A trickster full of joy
Grief hits me
Grief taints my voice
Grief holds me close
When I speak
When I speak
When I speak
I sometimes think of you
Oh how we always giggled
Oh how it played like music
Oh how I still love you
Mom I love you
Mom I love you
Mom I love you
I hope you forever hear these words
whispered upon the clouds
