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 *** 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