« I miss your voice, calling my name in the middle of the night.
Your slow and deep breath cutting the silence of our long night phone calls.
The way you used to yawn in silence, hiding it with a slow song in the background.
I miss the way we used to be. Talking, waiting for the awaited call, looking for each other in a colorful crowd.
I miss everything. The silence between a word or two.
Another deep breath. Another secondo of silence.
Another short talk, and the sound of my name more than twice.»