the doppler effect:
a strict law--
as you move farther away from me
your voice should fade to a whisper,
and then into an echo on the wind,
only heard again when i indulge
in our box of chocolate memories.
now, you are a rulebreaker.
your voice constantly knells in my mind,
reverberating like a headache
with words i know were never true.
my temples throb underneath the eye mask
and my hourly medicine
can't put the natural law back into place.
while these sound waves align with
those of your voice,
i refuse to believe it is you,
so i take a bite from our memories
the wind brings back a faint echo of you
and your true voice drowns out the knelling.
i swallow the last sweet bit of memory,
and you drift away again
as you should.