The One Left Behind

Will I hear it in his voice?

Or have we learnt,

To speak the same language?

Will I feel it when we join as one?

Maybe that connection,

Has been earthed.

Will I know when it is the right time?

Or have the face and hands,

Forgotten that there are more numbers.

I always thought I would meet him,

That he could wipe it all away.

Some infectious weakness in one another.

Be in touch,

Two wires without the earth.

One time with time in time.

I always thought he would see it in my eyes,

Because I heard them say.

"Eyes are the windows to our souls"

But even windows chip,

Crack,

and Shatter.

So you can't always see through.