I should count the moments
Between now, in the absence of a voice with such grace,
And the time we speak again.
For never have I heard such silence –
With echoes of her extended smile;
And what else is there to do with now
Than count the moments
Of each perfect reverberation in mind?
I hold the mode and memories – No! Memory.
Just one... of bliss.
And look to sleep to bring tomorrow
With a dream of none but this.