You were once

Unrealistic – unreal
booze soaked something
in a private world.
The echoing or a mechanical ring
helps bring me back –
reality
save me.
Answer.

Voice strung through
a nothing, just a name.
Conversations with a ghost
laughter nonexistent.

Gone? Nothing is ever gone?
Right?
Wrong.
You told me to never stop writing
never stop
never stop
tormented chant for the one
who is silenced
by her will to make me curl…
into a ball, under a bed, sleeping
not resting.
Believing not reacting.

I wish to hear the real you
once again
I fear the never again
I want to hear the ringing
again
I dream of…
you