Obsidian Loop

[Verse 1]
Two years have spun, your voice a fragile, patterned thread,
Into this quiet space, words you gently said.
My thumb finds the icon, a practiced, gentle grace,
Bringing back a moment, a hue I can't replace.
A low obsidian hum, before your voice unfurls,
A whispered incantation, from forgotten worlds.

[Chorus]
I press play, again, again,
Let your voice unweave the silence in my head.
I press play, again, again,
A tender current, quietly, softly spread.

[Verse 2]
The phone’s cold glass, a window stained with rain,
But your timbre, a cochineal blush, across my heart, a vivid stain.
I trace the lines, imagined, on your distant hand,
A tapestry of memories, I can almost understand.
The subtle catch, a breath you used to hold,
A warmth I keep woven, from stories growing old.

[Chorus]
I press play, again, again,
Let your voice unweave the silence in my head.
I press play, again, again,
A tender current, quietly, softly spread.

[Bridge]
This ephemeral loop, a solace I retrieve,
A resilient thread, I still believe.
In the quiet dignity, of a connection found,
When no other whisper can be unbound.

[Outro]
Your voice, an indigo sigh, through the night's soft loom.
Just you, in this quiet, solitary room.