Olivia Cameron

Voices

I can’t help but wonder if when we were small and lonely and in our childhood bedrooms,

if the words we said to God/the air/the moon— the words no one else could hear—

I can’t help but wonder if we were hearing each other all those years.

Your thoughts and my thoughts echoing through each other’s minds; The two of us, lost in a cave/a tunnel with no light to show us the way/the end.

And maybe we were the little voices in each other’s head that said you’ll be okay. Follow the sound.

I think that’s why knowing you, why loving you, was so easy: I already recognized your voice.