A song, sung in my head
 attempting the sound of your voice
 a kiss in the taste of your lips, short
 a note and a vocal cord, kisses stored
 in the wish to know

 once and for all
 sweet, bitter torment
left on my lips to grow
 and there lingers and remains
without the rhyme
of your voice.

 A song,
sung in my head
 the lingering sound
of your voice
remains.