Speakers
I'll hear your voice echo past the curtains
For the faint of heart, only for the sane
And yet I'll stand here beside you and wonder where the years have gone
I can remember the stormy nights on your porch
Laughing as we chased those kitchen dreams
Nothing but our realities chasing their own sons
And yet your voice is still here, ringing through my ears
Laughing and singing and smiling all the same, the focal point of my years
This whole moment is ours, and yours, and mine, and all the same,
It's the worlds
I hear your voice echo past the curtains
Laughing and blazing with the bells of glory
I paint your image in my head, hoping to hear it one more time
Your favorite word, your lips as they'd quiver with the passing of the air through them
But the red button flashes, and my curtains are silent once more
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