I heard your name in someone’s laugh,
A tone too soft, a note and half.
It caught me off, like sudden rain,
And I was drowning all over again.
Corner booth where we would sit,
Now just echoes, candle lit.
Your coffee cold, your voice remains,
Hidden deep in windowpanes.
Every syllable you left
Lingers in the air like breath.
Even strangers hold your sound,
And I turn each time around.
Echoes of a name still near,
Bringing back what felt sincere.
Even when the rooms are bare,
I hear your name float through the air.
You may be gone, you may have changed,
But your sound is still unchained.
Passing voices on the train,
Sound like you then slip again.
I smile and then feel the sting,
Of how you used to softly sing.
Each station calls another face,
But none can fill your quiet place.
I wish I could just forget,
But your name’s a silhouette.
Even when the sky is loud,
Even in the city crowd,
Your voice breaks through every sound,
Like a bell that can’t stay down.
Echoes of a name still near,
Bringing back what felt sincere.
Even when the rooms are bare,
I hear your name float through the air.
Time can’t mute the way you stayed,
In every word I left unsaid.