You walk through my thoughts
without a face,without a voice,
but with silence that draws me in
like the tide pulling at the shore.

I write you into every empty chair,
every glance out the window,
every dream I wake from too late.

I do not know your name,
yet I speak it
in the language of longing.

One day,
when the wind sends us the same direction,
I'll know you
by the light that does not flinch
from depth.