Sometimes, I discover an old email from you
And it shocks me momentarily
Stops me in my tracks
To hear your voice as if you were reading it to me
As if you could still speak
As if you hadn't slipped out of view
As if I forgot
And then I'm overcome with the anguish of thinking that you are out there somewhere
Unable to tell me what happened to you after I held your hand
Unable to tell me where you went
But maybe there are ways of communicating that we haven't imagined