Plug my ears, plug my heart.

   
As I listen to you speak, I can picture you.
Almost as if I were still right there with you.
I see you.
I see your mannerisms.
I see you shifting in your chair.
I see you rubbing your face.
I hear your voice and I'm transported to your kitchen.
Making coffee.
Making breakfast.
Making laughter.
Making me happy.
I wish I didn't have to listen to you.
It's tortuous.
It's painful.
It's agonizing.
It's lonely.
I wish I didn't have to hear you,
Over
and over
and over
and over again.
It breaks my heart in ways I could never tell you.