NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Four: Sweeter Echo

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.




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