LXX.

i heard your voice today.
but it was another voice —
close in timbre and tone
but it was another voice,
and in order to know that,
i heard your voice.

i heard the sound of your heart
felt the texture of your heart
saw the fields of your heart
the tender chords and crashing toms
old shirts that smell like the sea
dense valleys and bleeding skies and times square at night
your voice rains when it reaches laughing and unfolds when tears speak low

none of this happened.
but i heard your voice.