Organic (2)

I want to write you that I found them,

the words. In the back of my mind.

You know, the spot where previously

I preserved the stories. The plans that 

I have cut down just before Christmas.

At that shadowing piece of thought,

memories and doubts are slumbering.

A remarkable puzzled love burbles.

Peace. Is that the sound of your name?

Calm. Is that the gasp of your voice?