The wind moves, and things move in it.

 And there's one of me - one of you -
Two of us, and one hundred questions
and two thousand reasons - ten's a perfect number.
We are twenty thousand hearts, full of hunger.
Twenty thousand hearts...

You sing the lower part and I take the melody, both of us barely audible, almost whispering, and we don't look at each other. We don't acknowledge that we are harmonizing without thinking about it, or that the words tell a story that echoes a little too close to our bones. And yet I find more peace here than I have all evening, in a song we both know, a song we came to from different directions, meeting somehow and moving around each other in the music. 

And when the song ends I must swallow the words I miss you.