your voice

after all of these years Amy, i can still hear your voice.

“thanks for the coffee video, with video”

“i wish I had more rum!”

“i love you? That’s the hardest thing to say, actually”

“i don’t know what else to say”

“i just wanna hang out, do stuff”

“i wanna kiss you, and i wanna touch you, and i wanna fuck you. that’s all.”

i know that you can still hear mine…..


she’s not alone now, but her trembling hands still reach for her lover’s calling 

she’s not alone now, but she still yields to his bargained advantage

she’s not alone now, but her restless sleep still goes unnoticed 

she’s not alone, any longer 


from the moment my head hit the pillow, this night was destined to be filled with distraction. my weary body ached for sleep, but my mind resisted. i remembered your smile, and it invaded me, your words

invaded me,

and as the worlds of here and there swirled in blissful harmony, my consciousness became a confluence of dream and reality,

you were suddenly, actually, beside me.


brighter by the sun, and new beginnings, and possibility, and a certain


you, you make, you make me

feel, and i feel myself unravelling, revealed, bared, naked, exposed, and yet less vulnerable and afraid of 

i don’t know what (i really desire but i’m working on you)