A Thousand Different Beeps

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.