I’d started talking to you in my head, in the silence there,

when I began to hear the words I was saying were out there

Out loud in the wide open, as if you were right here.

Here of all places. Out of nowhere.

And it feels so real that, in some cosmic sense of ‘we’,

I’m thinking, you must have been here.

But my eyes were closed. I don’t see you now.

And so, I’m supposing,

I’ll never even know.