Your Voice in My Headphones

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

I press play like it’s a prayer,
A ritual I can’t undo.
Your voice still lives somewhere in there -
And for three minutes, I’m with you.

It was just a demo, rough and raw,
You sang it fast between two takes.
Laughed at the line you couldn’t draw,
But God, the way your spirit breaks…

Into melody - so soft, so true -
Like morning light on window glass.
I saved it not because it’s new,
But ‘cause the world moves on too fast.

Now every note feels like a thread
That pulls me back to summer nights,
When you’d lie close and softly said,
"This song is ours. This one feels right."

I don’t need crowds or sold-out halls,
Just this recording, worn and thin.
It’s not the music - it’s the calls
Between the lines where you begin.

It’s your voice in my headphones,
Still singing through the static tones.
Not perfect, but it’s you - alive,
Keeps my broken heart surviving.
When loneliness begins to climb,
I press play… and for a while, it’s fine.

I walk the streets with wires in place,
Like armor stitched from sound and wire.
Avoid the spots we used to race,
But still, I catch your fading fire.

In passing songs, a certain phrase,
A laugh that sounds just like your own.
I turn around in crowded days -
But you’re not there. You’re just… unknown.

The playlist ends, the moment dies,
I take them out - then silence screams.
No warning when the real world tries
To shatter all my fragile dreams.

I know you’ve moved to brighter skies,
With someone new who hears you clear.
But here, in loops and lullabies,
You’re always near.
You’re always here.

It’s your voice in my headphones,
Still singing through the static tones.
Not perfect, but it’s you - alive,
Keeps my broken heart surviving.
When loneliness begins to climb,
I press play… and for a while, it’s fine.

Maybe love isn’t measured by
Who stays until the very end.
Maybe it’s the breath, the sigh,
The way a single voice can mend -

Even when the soul is gone,
Even when the hands let go.
You live inside this quiet song,
A truth no distance gets to know.

And if you hear this someday, far,
Through years and miles and other names…
Just know I kept your brightest star
Alive inside these bittersweet frames.

Not to hold you. Not to claim.
Just to say:
I remember how you sang.
I still do. Every day. I am.

So I’ll wear these wires down to dust,
Let batteries die and speakers fray.
‘Cause as long as memory can trust,
You’re not quite gone. You’re just away.

And when the world feels cold and dim…
I close my eyes. I turn it on.
Your voice in my headphones -
Still singing me home.