pity not language
each word
a construct for an education,
but remember the boy's voice
the singing of his sentence
his echoes so much pleased our ears
whereever his voice found a home
then his whispers that raised and raised our ears,
his voice brought him always closer
his voice was much better than words can ever do
not remembering the words he spoke
not his voice that trembled
probably his breath and more
turned his absence into what now feels like absence felt