I Hear it All

I hear everything. The winter's wind blowing against the concrete walls that surround this stagnant world of mine, with you as it's center. The undying clock on my wall, ticking away toward the time where I can hold you once again; this time, I won't be able to let go. The clustered thoughts I have of work, classes, home and a future; every one of which overshadowed by the beautiful voice of a girl from what I can only presume to be a dream. Your voice echoes in my head gently like a caressing hand on my cheek. I can hear it all;

The way you say "Hello"
the way you say "Dear"
the way you say "I hate you"
the way you say "I love you"

I can hear everything from
"yoooo" said with such a cute tone
to "hao" when you listen to what I have to say...

It is hard to understand why I hear so much of your voice even when you're not here. Your voice is all I have and it's worth more than you can imagine. Its almost like an endless addiction; the constant urge to hear anything and everything you have to say. But, still, I want more than just to hear your voice. I want what I can't have yet, but I have what I never thought I could have had...you.