No empty consolation

Your thoughts are written on the walls,

We dance in silence on the polished stones

Of the haunted place that we return to

To read traces of unwordly poetry

The pressure of your hand

The only thing that tethers me in a world

Where wishes are like craters on the moon

Witness of a violent past.

Truthfully, we all live

In the shadow of some hurricane,

Finding empathy in a hidden place

In the unheard but remembered song

That links our minds together

And transcends the wounds

And the words that set us apart