Listening, with Appa

and you held me
in your eyes,
in your breath,
against your skin,
always looking
for the soul
beyond the cloud,
listening
as if there was no one else,
nothing else
to be listened to,
when time and space
paused
around your steady gaze
rooted
in this one moment -
the only one we have,
threaded on the string
we call Life;
and I wonder now
when I think of you,
who will hold me
like you did
every single time?
perhaps you will,
when I listen
to the sound of your voice
resounding
in mine.