When I hear your voice, so soft and slow,
I’m reminded of moments from long ago.
But I have no right to miss those days,
Nor should I dwell on you always.
Still, some sentiments remain
For memories untouched by pain,
And gentle habits that tinge my cheek
Or soften my heart, when I hear you speak.
Beyond my bitterness and sorrow
Is yesterday’s hope, and trust in tomorrow.
And so as we part, wordless and low,
Let us love for the sake of that love long ago.