with the years,
I may never remember
your name
but I shall never forget
your voice.
I will recognize it as my own
in the streets of this my city.
How can it fade
from the walls
of my memory?
What can take its place
as secured as breath
itself,
when it has spoken
to me of love
and laughter
and song
and solitude?
It was the first
and the last
I heard from you.
