Conversations with You (A Reprise)

Our conversations were … are… a blissful temporary satisfaction, for the both of us, it seems. A welcome distraction to both our mundane lives, at best.

I hear your voice now that I am writing this. But the words aren’t there.

I see your figure as a stare out the door. But you’re no longer laughing. 

I find myself in tears as I watch you take another step …

away from me.