Your voice stays warm on quiet nights
a trace of dawn the dark can’t hide
My palms still keep your faded light
like tides that ache without the tide
I touch the air where you once stood
and feel a pulse you left behind
It trembles soft through flesh and wood
a secret only hearts can find
Your echo curls around my spine
a vow unwritten yet it stays
It shapes my dreams with tender lines
and pours its glow in hidden ways
When distance folds the world in two
this fragile note remains as planned—
the sound of me still wanting you
the sound you leave in my open hands