Hey, I know you
Our words danced with each other
Our eyes pulled and tugged but our parents made us stay
We spoke about the number of holes in the ceiling tiles
The girls we could never get rid of
The number of cats we had
But now your words are softer
They take up space, the message grows and grows in my head
Excluding all other thoughts

We got to know one another
Our words not leading to the weather anymore
You told me you were gunna build a stairway to the moon
I believed you
Eventually our words centered on one, God.
Do we need him or does he need us

We were afraid to be struck by lightening
So we hid, taped rubber to our soles
built rods that could be stowed
And talked some more

Do we accept what we’ve been told?
Or give anyone who tells us to follow the finger
And find out the truth in our own way?
Our words grew weaker till we found our very own treasure
Some would say gold

So then, I’ll be seeing you
Rest well my friend, your words held me
For so long, and for many years more
I hope they are the pea that keeps me distant from complacent.
Till then, I can’t wait to die and find out if we were right.