of what remains

I find you in the corner of a song,

a half-forgotten chorus, soft and low.

It pulls me back to nights when we belonged,

to fireflies and secrets I still know.

Your voice is gone, but echoes in the rain,

a comfort that dissolves and cuts at once.

The sweetness lingers tangled with the pain,

like tender truth disguised in circumstance.

And though the years keep folding over me,

I catch the warmth you left, still burning slow.

It isn’t whole, but more than memory

a trace of you the darkness cannot show.

As love survives, imperfect but profound,

a joy that aches, a loss that still is found.