cracks on the sidewalk

cracks on the sidewalk
slowly opening
splitting the once solid surface or cement
peeking through are the flowers, some remind me of you
walking down the sidewalks
hearing the wind whisper words i cannot understand
what i want to hear and what i do hear are two different things
in the day dreams, i see your face in the cracks
am i sane or is this real
when last, have i heard your sweet voice?
the comfort of your touch has not been mine to have
since a year....
why?