I saw your face between my gaze
and the sun, slowly falling.
You opened your mouth,
as if to comfort, and stopped.
This was the night that I could hear again.
Your words slid out,
needing no explanation.
You lifted your foot,
and placed it down on the water.
We knew that we could walk
without sinking, because at last we were sure of the direction.
And I had the words.
And we found our voices.
And I had the voice.
And we found our words.
To speak to ourselves,
to speak to each other.