Reunion

Voice in unexpected spaces
Sprinting down digital lanes into traces, 
Finding me now at the
Maw of the cave.
Your answer sent me scuttling, grazing palms on scattered, brittle stone, 
Crab crawling  back in the dark.

Afraid of sentences without parole, I clamped my ears shut to word two until—

Apology crawled out along the line,
Your voice a crumb trail from my exiled heart.  

Fifteen years of waiting,
One 'I'm sorry' and the darkness fled.