The “I love you’s” I used to know don’t taste the same Now they sound like echoes trying to spell your name They fall flat in my mouth, like words that forgot who they were meant for Since you, they sound rehearsed and God knows, I can’t say them the same I left but the silence came with me It sits beside me in every room breathing where you used to be Every new voice sounds like a translation of something I once understood perfectly. And maybe that’s what love does it leaves fingerprints on the inside where no one else can reach and calls it a memory.