Again, Again

Again, again I ask of thee
if you will always remember me?
Will you remember how I sound
when I'm gone, no longer around?
Will my voice stay or drift away
into the ethers where voices stray?

Again, again I say to thee
there's only one voice I'll take with me.
I will remember all the words you said
as you touched the hair upon my head.
The feel of your hands will always stay
surrounding the ethers where I will pray

again and again 'til prayers do end
and the voices of lovers always blend.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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