I can hear your voice singing in the breeze. It pictures us two, in the background in the silence we call our names. Make it make sense. Why do we keep ending up in the same place? All I wanted was your name to be replaced with “mine”. Your lips are my cure, I won’t lose control in our count of disappointments we have made in this lifetime. Make it make sense, our minds paint the pictures we shared now covered in dust, dated before time. A part of the story we never finished. water holding memories, the taste of salt. My heart replaced. I’m addicted and have fallen from this pain.