I bear in mind all of it — each phrase you spoke,
The way in which your smile felt like a personal joke.
Each look, each sigh, each fleeting hint,
The sunshine in your eyes, the heat in your face.
Not a second slips by with out you close to,
Not a breath I take that doesn’t really feel unclear.
You’re the rhythm in my steps, the echo in my chest,
The voice in my head that by no means involves relaxation.
Even the little issues nonetheless linger right here:
The way in which you held a cup, the best way you fought your concern.
The way in which you turned when the world acquired loud,
The way you’d shrink and bloom beneath a crowd.
Not a cent, not an inch, not a whisper gone,
You’re stitched in my coronary heart like an infinite tune.
The notes might falter, the chords might stray,
However the melody of you’ll by no means decay.
I see you in shadows, in daylight’s glare,
In locations we walked, in empty chairs.
Your scent nonetheless finds me, faint and true,
As if the air remembers loving you.
And so I carry you, each second, each hint,
Within the cracks of my soul, within the huge empty house.
Not a cent, not an inch, not a second away —
You’re the reminiscence my coronary heart insists should keep.
