if you listen closely enough. you can hear it. the slow steady inhalation of the sound of the way i don't miss you so much. anymore. of how i've begun to loathe even the thought of you touching the very edges of the vast array of memories that have begun to take your place. how the sound of your voice the last time i heard your tinny miraculous packets broken and reconnected again through the lines of a phone make me want to blot out the world with fistfuls of bed sheets.