Finding

When it's too late to ask him
What I should do
Where I should look
How I might rethink
I find
That I was asking the whole time
The same questions
And he was answering
I wasn't always hearing
Or usually listening
But it was all there
And when I was listening
When it was all so clear
And the end was near
I heard the echoes
And the sound
And saw through his eyes
That I was him
That he is me
And that he's still alive
In everything I see