Echo

Are you listening to
the gulls that fly into the sea;
waves that tie our throats to words
said and yet, unspoken?
Keep me in your voice,
may I echo who you are.
I never wanted to live
forever. I never wanted to love
or speak or see you.
But I did glide into you. Finding
ears to hear, echoes to capture me
in millions of caves: dark, dead, immense.
Saving me while living as you,
loving me while wondering how to love at all.
 
We wandered together after the echoes
drowned out; we learned to love together.
I never wanted to touch love.
My fingers never real when it came too close.
Touch now is no echo, but screams of devotion,
blatant shrieks of allegiance
to the waves that silenced our words
and tied our throats in knots.
Our words fled the shore, lost, estranged.  Unspoken
but still heard through those lost echoes
I hold on to still. 
Fragments of love we had,
love that saved me, while struggling to hold on at all.
We loved and saved our words and ourselves.
But are you still listening?