Let Them Sing

The music will always ring to me in haunting choruses
I hear it in my long exhales of smoke into the pure cold post-winter temperature
I hear it in the way I blink away the moisture pouring from my eyes
I even taste it in the way I place my lips upon yours in a call for truce
The music will always ring to me in haunting choruses
I feel it on my fingertips as I grasp your hand one last time in surrender
I smell it in the way only your skin can smell
But mostly,
My soul
I feel it most in my soul where your memory will romp and play until the end of days
My soul will cherish this brief instance of pure blissful insanity you bestowed upon it
My soul will ache for you even after you've vanished from all communications
My soul will breathe it's last breath with the taste of your forever and my skin will be carved with the notes of loss
The music will always ring to me in haunting choruses