In the depths, the hollowed out,
forgotten recesses in my bones,
there comes a soft quiet hum,
sounding like your voice, a distance,
echoing from nerve to nerve.
These words run like trenches deep,
rivers of shared memories,
curving valleys of softly faded scenes.
I wait, in the muted warmth,
reliving the days,
when the sun would rise and set,
with such consistency, a long ago comfort.
A shared comfort.
I relive the steadiness,
the safety, the strength,
I relive the moments and words you said.
I can almost see the dust again,
dancing softly in the light.
Now the moon only hangs low,
and the stars watch silently,
and I hold to the hope,
that they would lead us home