The song flowed through me
as I once moved through you,
deeper than any known note,
without pride or question.
It sang of something so distant,
a bond I wanted to touch or torch,
maybe I was just jealous,
craving a tie so sacred.
Maybe it just proves that
my heart is too voyeuristic.
I can almost feel it with my fingertips,
on the precipice of what I have lost.
I can almost sing in a note that reaches you
deeper than any song your soul sways to.
