Poem: Echoes Of You

Hearing your voice brings back the breath 

That left when you disappeared. 

How can I survive, 

When your existence is what keeps me alive? 

It comes back rushing 

When I catch your low hums floating in my ears, 

Reminding me that you 

Hold all the power over my life, 

And with my life in the palms of your hand, 

You let me rest under the soft melody 

That is your voice.