Aside from all the pictures,
Our strongest recollections must be the voice.
Voice is like the fingerprint of a soul.
Specific and eternal recollections without choice.
You’ll never find another,
Who sounds exactly like.
There will never be another’s voice.
That makes this absence all right.
So we go on with echo’s in the corner.
Never quite sure if the voice is yours.
And between the silence,
Voice lets tears occur.
Never completely silent,
That voice just so strong.
Sailing salt water rivers.
Hoping to hear a voice that’s gone.