Today
The universe breathed your name
(the car you drive
the foods you eat
a sport you love)
and two small words
Hey you.
So tiny, innocent
written by the wrong hand
but in my mind
your voice
as clear as a summer sky
shines over the desert
that familiar lilt and cadence
Hey you.
The sweet, sharp heartache
of missing home
tiny razor nicks
Hey you.
Your strong arms around me
the wind carrying your scent
on two words
like wings
