though they have no sound,
speak to me through memories of
the cadences of your voice.
I feel you with me as I read
those words before my hungry eyes.
You may not be the one whom I seek,
but I don’t know that.
For you could be,
yet with this doubt,
you are of great importance to my journey.
The bearer of my freedom
from this cage that is my life.
Though our paths may lead down different roads,
always know you are a keeper of a piece
broken off this heart of mine.