After you left, I would talk to you for hours. I talked to you all the time, even though you weren't around. I've been talking to you for months, and now I don't know what to say. Talking to you in my imagination was easier. You even answered me. We had long conversations you and me. It seemed like you were there. I heard you, saw you, smelled you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up in the middle of the night, and I thought you were in the room with me. Then the visions became less frequent. I could hardly picture you anymore. I tried to talk to you out loud like before, but you stopped answering me. I haven't heard you in a while. Then I just gave up. Everything stopped. You just disappeared. Now I work here. I hear your voice all the time. Every voice around me sounds like yours. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical
