When I wonder
whether anyone will
ever touch me again,
I decide to want.
When I think
that my heart is ruined
and love will
never come again,
I decide to know.
How did I come to feel your kindness,
and know your heart when we’ve never met?
Why do I want you to know me?
How do I know you are what I need?
Once you whispered into the night
and your voice was calm and kind,
carrying words across the sea,
and I was waiting and believed.
