I speak to you in prayers and far off looks
Every glance up into the sky or final thought before I drift to sleep
Every gust of wind that steals my voice and carries it up to heaven

I speak to you at the loneliest hour
When the sea of earthly stars drowns out those up above
And the coyotes howl almost as much as I did

I speak to you softly
Every word filled to the brim with sorrow and longing and yearning for a you that you never became
So much so that they overflow and spill out of my mouth taking my thoughts right with them

I speak to you like a river to its mountain
Dormant volcano turned barren land
Decorated with snow and ashes and trees I couldn’t protect

I speak to you with every cup of coffee I brew in the morn’
Every time that I wake and every kind word I say to myself
Because I wish that’s how you had spoken to me, too

Though eternity is just a word
And our lives but fleeting moments
Will you still spend those seconds with me?

Somewhere, interwoven with sounds and sentences
Caught between each letter
Resting our weary heads on each silence

Drifting among consonants
Hanging on to every vowel
Every emphasis and pause
Ignorant of our inevitable punctuation

Though eternity is just a word
And our lives but fleeting moments
Please spend your last few moments with me