I still have everything you gave me, Wrapped neatly in the chest of my heart As a special gift from one adored It beats in rhythm to my heartbeat Unable to distinguish which is which Because it has bled its color into my veins Time has sucked in much, Some colors have faded, some threads frayed, But nothing is lost, nothing is traded I guard it without knowing how A habit immemorial Every day, I remember you by my heartbeat And for a moment, I hear your voice again A silent whisper in my chest It does not ache because it was kept, not traded, and what you gave me never left...