To the Unknown You

I don’t know where you are, reader.
The corridor ahead bends
and I can’t see where it ends.
I think we are alike,
That you have found
a kindred spirit,
that you cheer
the small victories
recorded here
over the silence you can sense
behind the words.

Have we broken bread,
shared water in the desert?
Have we stolen out together
late at night
and marveled at the points of light
that spread out in a hush
over the dunes?
Just like before, the page 
won’t hold you.

My pen digs into the paper,
refusing to move. 
I’ll just be a glow 
in the stillness,
marking the point 
where our paths converge,
knowing that my certainty
is all you need.