Distraction

The sweetness starts
With a gentle crackling
From my speaker,
Every now and again.
It cracks just like
A gentle shoulder touch
And it’s possibly endearing,
Definitely taking me away
From the state I bathe in
As a ritual ever since
This relentless feeling
Took over my life.
And for a moment,
Every now and again,
I forget about
How much I miss you.