A few sentences lost..

You knew what I was not saying..
You knew what you heard me say..
My words, an echo of your past..
Of Voices trailing and slipping away,
A shrill reflection,
Of your firming grasp.
You wrote our 'morrow,
From pages of your diary;
It had to be it, you reasoned,
A consistent, known, Universe;
Your reaction to your implications;


And I was speaking,
For I was my voice,
Born of the silences of a long burnt carcass,


I was speaking, and "perhaps" you listening;
But did we share the same tongue?
I forgot.