Staring Into Space

I wonder if I can remember what his voice sounded like. The way he said my name because he knew I'd smile and laugh. I always think of him when I listen to my heavier music, knowing he'd find me silly for it, for that, of all things, being the thing I am pulled into the depths of my memories with him.

It's been ten years and the pain of losing Robbie is not lesser. It's crushing me