8. Humming

The humming sound I hear
when no words I found near
brought me back to the very start
of the times I tried to outsmart.

The humming sound you made
I still remember it to date
the voice of yours-- coarse
wait-- really? or is it just hoarse?

Humming takes me back
of the bricks put in stack
behind me stood you and me
whispering softly, then buzzing, imitating a bee.

Humming now I make
where now will it take
about a decade before?
of the time we spent ashore?

Humming is what's left
when the mind's empty of after-theft.

=)