I Keep Your Voice in My Pocket

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

Faded words inside my mind, 
Echoes of a love once kind. 

Every time the silence grows, 
I reach for what I can’t let go. 

I keep your voice in my pocket, close to my heart, 
A secret song that won’t ever fall apart. 
Whispers that guide me through darkest night, 
Your melody turning wrong into right. 

Walking streets where we once dreamed, 
Tracing paths where sunlight gleamed. 
Though you’re gone, I still believe, 
In every word you used to weave. 

Every time the silence grows, 
I reach for what I can’t let go. 

I keep your voice in my pocket, close to my heart, 
A secret song that won’t ever fall apart. 
Whispers that guide me through darkest night, 
Your melody turning wrong into right. 

Time may steal the days we knew, 
But it can’t erase the sound of you. 
In every breath, you still remain, 
A gentle voice through joy and pain. 

I keep your voice in my pocket, close to my heart, 
A secret song that won’t ever fall apart. 
Whispers that guide me through darkest night, 
Your melody turning wrong into right. 

In quiet moments, I hear you near, 
Your voice in my pocket, forever clear.