Echo in the Spoon

Stirring tea in quiet grace

Your name reflects on porcelain space

The silver clink, a rhythm slow

Takes me where your voice would go

Even now, alone I sit

But still your laughter seems to fit

In every swirl, I feel you there

A memory floating in the air

Echo in the spoon I hold

Telling stories never old

You’re gone but somehow stay

In this quiet café

If sound could travel time like light

Then you’d be here in every night

But for now, this little ring

Is enough to make me sing

Echo in the spoon I hold

Telling stories never old

You’re gone but somehow stay

In this quiet café