IX

This level of loneliness...

I started to get used to your warmth, knowing I've never been in your arms.
I got used to your soft touch, knowing I've never felt your skin.
I got used to your smiles, knowing none of these were for me.

Oh, but darling. I'm not tired of your ghostly warmth, your ghostly touch or your smile.
I am not tired of you. I will never be.

This level of loneliness... your voice coming from a recording, started to make me feel like home.