““I hope you still taste like my name when the next man kisses you that he hears it echo down his throat and crawl across his skin I hope he knows that you were mine that you had forevers on your lips that were only meant for me I hope he feels small, mismatched when he takes hold of your hand that his fingers never fill the void my own have left behind and when he lays by your side and whispers that he loves you I hope my voice echoes back louder through all the canyons I spent nights and mornings carving in your sheets.””
