Someone to Hold

I was born in blood that did not stop, 
even to forgive its wound.

I move with this never-ending river, 
this red thread uniting flesh to shadow, 
future to past, so that even in your absence
it still speaks to me, saying:
you are never alone;
I am the echo that carries you on.

And it is only this river,
pressing its pulse against my wrist, 
that reminds me even silence 
has someone to hold.