i remember

you spoke into something

maybe it was a microphone
maybe it was my heart
maybe it was god’s ears

they all heard your voice
and held your breath
because it was not too late

it was right on time
and right where it needed to be

an ancient forest untouched
a seam in the fabric of what we have left

i have been so many things, i don’t remember who i am

but i remember you
and what you meant to me
in the dark when i was feeling for anything
and there was your hand
without knowing me
there was your hand
holding mine

and whispering to me,
without making a sound

“everything is gonna be just fine”

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