in my ear
constantly
about all you saw
or heard
you used to listen
to me
patiently
whenever i spoke
a word
i didn't think i'd miss
the sound of life
in all its giggles
and wheezes
i didn't think i'd sit
and cry
at the memory
of your sneezes
how can someone
so vital and pure
be gone like the end
of a whisper
why can't the fates
bring you back again
to keep me warm
on the nights i shiver
searching for the best
of home
waiting for the rest
of alone
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