it's still the same
after all the time
we have been able
  to know
  through words
what another thinks
or chooses to share
with us even absent
across time, letters
from ink or shapes
carved into stone
inherited one soul
to another chooses;
might try to see
from that moment,
sat down in a singular
  void to fill
with no words yet
which might convey
why it matters
  for either