Your voice does things for me, like colours do,
a bright red on a sort of turquoise blue,
your sentences surprising to my mind.
I like to dream away with just that voice,
and think: could there have been a better choice,
should I have waited, til you knew to find?
I can not say I am not happy now,
I try to live the best way I know how,
without your voice but in my memory.
Sometimes I think I hear your laugh somewhere,
it’s only in my mind. I am aware
that I’m alone when you are not with me.