NaPoWriMo: Day eighteen

There are some nights

When I listen to those songs

The ones that stretch past my windows and soundtrack the world

That I swear I can hear your voice.

Thankfully those nights don’t come around much anymore

But still on those nights

When I feel the emptiness of the room

I can still hear your name in my sighs.

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