I can still hear your voice reciting the pages you wrote
Each line breathing off the paper, what heaviness they tote
Notation of relationships are bullets to the brain
Feeling heat upon my temple as they ******* away

I can still feel warmth from the words etched in your journal page
Telling of your joy and sadness, your patience and your rage
They linger as if a shallow mist and I'm drowning in your song
Living in a world where you aren't here, but you're never gone