Lost and Found

He has prayed as much
as he said "I love you"
in both cases
they were inaudible

Occasionally you can hear him
when he traces the outline of you
similar to the way
a stroke induced December
remembers to speak spring

like he's seen you before in his dreams

You can hear him
when his eyes linger at your smile
as if he could find faith
from your light
trapped, imbedded in insecurity

his way is a broken record even the deaf could listen to

He will not say I love you
not because he doesn't
but because you can not hear a man
you have yet to meet

but when you do, oh god, you will be brutally aware

Because with love like his
you could drown twice
and not want to come up for air