The air remembers what we have forgotten
Thin voices through leaves that no one planted
Morning shadows leaning away from what casts them
I have listened so long I cannot tell
The silence between notes bears your name
This is how absence becomes a presence
Without punctuation without capitals without warning
These messages arriving from nowhere we know
What moves there behind the curtain of rain
No footprints mark the path they traveled
They speak in the language before language
Brushing against thought like moths against light
I have waited for answers that need no questions
Years pass into the dark without returning
The unseen carries secrets in open hands
Whispering what cannot be written down
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