I’ve caught your words in my mouth
once or twice
since you’ve been gone.
They fall like sugar,
dissolving into conversation,
stirred past,
almost before I have time to notice
that I said them instead of you.
Even past death
you voice lives on.
I’ve caught your words in my mouth
once or twice
since you’ve been gone.
They fall like sugar,
dissolving into conversation,
stirred past,
almost before I have time to notice
that I said them instead of you.
Even past death
you voice lives on.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Fall like sugar…I love the idea that this person emerges in your words.