I Miss the Way You Said My Name Like a Secret

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

Whispers float in midnight air, 
Echoes of a love once rare. 

Silent rooms and empty space, 
I still dream of your warm embrace. 

I miss the way you said my name like a secret, 
Soft and low, no one else could ever keep it. 
Every syllable a tender flame, 
Burning bright, yet never the same. 

Late night talks beneath the stars, 
Your voice healing all my scars. 
Now I’m lost inside this frame, 
Haunted by that whispered claim. 

Silent rooms and empty space, 
I still dream of your warm embrace. 

I miss the way you said my name like a secret, 
Soft and low, no one else could ever keep it. 
Every syllable a tender flame, 
Burning bright, yet never the same. 

If I could turn back time again, 
I’d hold you close through every pain. 
But now your words are just a ghost, 
The sweetest sound I miss the most. 

I miss the way you said my name like a secret, 
Soft and low, no one else could ever keep it. 
Every syllable a tender flame, 
Burning bright, yet never the same. 

In silent nights, I call your name, 
A secret lost, but still aflame.