The Voice I Remember

I remember the voice. Quiet,
soft as a caress on the back of my neck.
It coats my heart and mind
the way dust settles
when the air goes still.
It was like a landslide of light
swallowing everything in its path.
Leaving all undisturbed, cool
and dressed to face the sun.
I remember the way his voice carried my name
like a prince to the throne.
The voice was strength and calm in the same note - 
the last note he ever sang.
I remember the voice. I hear that note
and I know the way home.

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