Her words were not

Just

Words

When she spoke

They had depth beyond

The letters

Intended to

Communicate

Their meaning

Her words emitted

whole body

Whole being

Words like ‘heart’

Contained the ferocity

Of Courage

Longing to know

More

Intimately

All experience

The knowing

Of pain

And ownership

Of the beauty

Between its lines

Furrowed

Amidst parting

Lips

Ready to embrace

Fully

All That Is

Her words

Rang

Truer than normal words

There was no filler

Between the cracked shelving

Supporting her rich memories

Just raw, exposed

And fierce Patience

Fisherman’s lines tugging

Along depths of ocean floor

Waiting to catch

My

Attention

Her words

Are more than

Lungs and vocal chords

More than langue Franca

Her words

Transcended death

They came thru

From the other side

To greet me

With knowing

She knew the horizon shape

Of my most intimate longings

That place my eyes

Turned to

When seeking completion

Yet, didn’t need

To tell me

She knew