8.
If I saw you today, I’m not sure what I would say to you. I don’t even know if my voice would work. Speaking of voices, what does yours sound like again? It’s as if I’ve never heard it - it’s been so long. A flower has wilted and died.
A piece of me is missing and I can’t seem to find it. I dive under time and time again, my hands sifting through sand for a treausre that I once knew but each time I come up for air without anything grapsed. If only you knew I care enough to search. I care enough to keep looking for you.
