Recovery Through Writing

Love

Love

By Jack

It’s funny really, because when I talked to you yesterday it was like I was hearing your voice for the first time. Even though we talked about normal things, how the dogs were; the annoying woman with the two poodles who gets in your way in the morning. That show we used to watch. But your voice. The rise and fall. The way you say certain words. It was higher that I remembered. What confuses me most is how I could ever forget your voice. The second I heard it every muscle in my body relaxed, I didn’t even know they were tight. When I hear you talk everything seems like it might be okay. I wish I could see you smile one more time. Hear your laugh and the silly jokes you make. Just anything. Anything having to do with you.