Things Unsaid.

I'm searching for you
in my sleep.
It's so hard to make
you stay.
I'm reaching as I'm speaking but,
I can't
hear
what
you
say.

So it goes, when I'm awake,
Reading signs in scattered dice.
"It's sacrifice," you said,
"It's sacrifice."

But when I find you I hope
that you can read across my face,
the words I meant but couldn't place,
I wasn't strong back then, but I am now.

The number I've been dialing
from memory,
Pick up so you can fill this
empty
air.
The footprints that you left,
they're slowly sinking in,
And I swear,
I never knew,
we were so rare.