It was his poem, but I think I'll make it mine

This is my friend's work. Not mine. But read it, and appreciate it for his genius. You rock, Mike.

Somthing the cold does to make you not breath
A Month Ago Today.

Today I sit in somber silence.
Waiting for a ringing melody or a soft bleat to fill my eardrum.
A sweet hello to fill the empty space left by the sound of a car door slamming.
The bathwater turning off.
The sound of a line.
Phone off the hook.

The sounds that break my heart.
I recorded them to play them over again in my head.
Will you be my record player?
Or just a broken record.

Red alert, red alert
Vulnerable boy on deck.
Take him for all he’s worth.
Take that stupid bastard for what he is worth.
You know you can lie to get what you want.
Just do it. Take him already.
I’m sure he’s ready for what you’ve got.

A month ago today we stood in the dark.
I held you in the cold as my breath froze to your eye lashes
Where you lied to me for the first time.
The lie only lasted 3 weeks.
A MOTNH AGO TODAY. WE STOOD IN THE DARK.
IN THE COLD WHERE I HELD YOU.
WHERE YOU LIED TO ME FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
ONE MONTH AGO TODAY.
WE STOOD IN THE COLD.
WHERE YOU STARTED TO BREAK MY HEART FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!
And one month later to the day.
I sit with my head on the wall.
Pausing, trying to keep my head on straight.
The medicinal taste of my bloody raw lip doesn’t quite add up to the way you last tasted.
But for now it will do.

You were the sound that broke my heart.
I will let you break it again if I can feel this wonderful pain
I was only scared of the past and looking forward to a future.
Looking forward to you.