I talk slowly,
to my forever friend,
so he understands.
I talk to the one who doesn’t know me,
but I can always hear him.
I tell him small secrets,
that nobody else would care to hear.
I tell him of my day,
he can’t hear me,
and yet he listens.
My heart is emptied of sadness and anger,
when I speak through it,
to him.
I tell him to never forget me,
to know I love him still.
I tell him my life is better,
though it wold be better with him.
I tell him I love him always,
I hear him,
even though,
he doesn’t speak.
