Tattoo on my Mind

There is a conversation that never leaves my mind.
It haunts me like a nightmare.
Not one that I expected to have.
One that I never would have hoped for.
Every word and breath is etched in my brain.
I think of the tears that were shed after I hung up the phone.
I remember the way that my lungs burned.
I remember how I ran out of tears.
I remember how light headed I felt.
Nothing was right.
Things will never the same.
There must have been many tears shed.
So many sad people...
We miss you.