Memories of a sound now silenced

The dark presses in, with it the memories.
The music plays lightly, quietly, as if to respect the heaviness of my heart. It's here, in the darkness, in the silence that I miss you the most. I miss your laughter, your smile. I can almost hear the way you said my name. The music plays on, unheard, my ears hear only your voice.
In the silence of the night, I can hear your hearts cries. I know what it needs, it screams to me. There is no denying it. I know you try, I can see it eat at you. I know you only know peace when you can hear my voice. Yet, you refuse to call, you refuse to admit what is hidden in your heart. You know if you open your mouth, you will say that which you try to deny. Once said, it can never go back. So you avoid the situation altogether, pretending it will go away. Pretending you aren't misrable. You live a lie that slaps you in the face every time you look in the mirror.
I know all of this, because I know you. I know you hear footsteps and look to see if it's me. I know you check your phone constantly, hoping I will call or text. And still denying it to yourself that you desperately want to hear my voice.
I can't forget, it's in my bloodstream, there is no escape. So I lay here in the dark, dreaming of you. Memories are all that's left to me. C'est la vie.