Your voice…

I heard your voice yesterday, caught on the wind. You must have been out for your walk, too, a ways behind us. I hadn't heard it in so very long (hah! like a whole week… I somehow managed to survive the long dark of winter never hearing it, but now every day… every hour since I've heard it is too, too long…).

I wanted to turn around, even if just to catch the quickest glimpse of you… Stop in our tracks even, so you could catch up. I want to talk to you so much. I have so many things to tell you, so many things to ask you about… I want to know you so bad…

Hopefully we'll talk soon, my entire body and soul aches for it… In the meantime, I guess I'll have to survive on that hint of your breath on the wind…