Voice.

I am the silence that punctuates the pauses in your conversation, when your thoughts stop and stare at the world drive by, and collect themselves. You remember my words, I make sure of that, somehow you do. Nothing remarkable in what I say, it's just us I suppose. It's not the subject matter, it's the inflections of my voice, it's what I am to you: a voice. And if you were to forget what I say, then you wouldn't remember me, because I am not real.

I am a voice in your head.

I've been a Voice for the longest time, I'm so used to being just that and nothing more.

That is all I have ever been, might forever be to you. So i can't let you forget, because you're more than a voice to me although your voice is all I've heard too.