hope you know

As I lingered near the back

like almost always

and listened more than once

to your voice

telling that story

the same one as always

but in a different disguise

(all good stories echo true)

as I listened

to your voice

I heard your heart

how it longed for each other heart

to know

to know

to know.

And I cried -

not surprising -

tears of grateful memory

that your voice

spoke so many years ago

that  your voice

keeps speaking today.

I know

that it might be easier to stop

leave

climb away.

But you don’t like it easy,

and for that I am glad.

I know you must know

at least I hope that you do

that thankful is written on my heart

next to your name

your voice

still echoing

true.