Day 1: Your Voice, a poem by Adam White, poet

I bring you an oldy, remixed for your reading pleasure. For Tara.

Your voice in my mind
Your lips to my ears,
And I cannot forget you;
Your reaching, errant fingertips.
I cannot forget your love,
Cannot forget you.
You're like an ache, see?
These pills cannot crush
And sleep cannot cure
And time, so slow, cannot mend
As it uselessly tries to tick by
Utterly penetrating
With each sombre click
Of you hanging up.