How's the Weather Where You Are?

It's late again, the lights feel sharp. The quiet cuts right through my

heart. I keep your voice inside my head. Repeating things you

never said. I still reach out when things go wrong. Instinct says to

call but you're long gone. Used to talk like time stood still.

Now silence hits harder than the kill. I wonder if you laugh at

night. Or pause before you kill the light. Do you talk

to someone new like that? Like we used to talk about this and that.

How's the weather where you are? Does the sky still hold your scars?