Your Voice I Know Well

Your voice.
It's the thread I hold onto.
Its the tone I know well,
repeated,
then coated.
You find a way to touch me from so far away.

I am quiet.
It's not the silent type, it's the one that beats loud in your heart.
I can't speak,
and then we are speaking.
As if time never passed and we never stood so still.
Apart.

Together.
We are magnified.
I look too big in your lights and you are moving to large.
But, in your voice...
everything falls into place.

Distorting facts I thought were truths.
I love you.
In your silence,
in your speech.
In the way I need to just G-d damn be me.
And you respect it.

I am smiling now.
I forgot how it felt to touch the skies.