Sometimes, in dreams, I hear your voice again

Sometimes, in dreams, I hear your voice again,
and wake to find that sound is breath and I'm gasping.

If I could fill my lungs with your voice, I would

gladly wait to exhale.

Always before I could embrace exhaustion

and sleep a sleep of silence stronger than sorrow

but now I lay listening, desperate for those speaking 

dreams that come as scant currents in stagnant air.