Can I hear your voice
One final time?
Without the sound,
The intrusion
Of a thousand different beeps?
A chorus that keeps your memory
Absent from the present.
It keeps your smile
In the past,
With your lively eyes.
Lively eyes that are now
Tired of the battle,
Longing for quiet rest.
I miss the you I knew.
But your hand is mine to hold
Through a thousand different beeps.