I Feel You Near

The pattern of your speech is in my ear Although I do not hear you speak out loud Shall I say ear or is it heart that bears The form that made your speech have its right sound? Wherever in myself I find your trace I long to keep it even when I grieve. As though, because I do not see your face, I never wish by sound to be deceived. And at the end you did not speak at all Like the baby while inside its nest. Yet with your eyes you made a final call As contented as a baby joined to breast. And so you went, but left your patterns here. So with fine prosody, I feel you near