Sing me a song
For I love the sound of your voice
A crisp-gold
Notes, a string of memories
Blinding flashings back-,
To whens and wheres
Scents, words and people.
Sing me a song
For in your voice I remember
These ways in which I love you.
Dial tones|
Electric clicks|
That inaudible crackling
I'm listening to chase the ends
Of every end of your words.
I love when our ends both go silent.
Our minds rush back and forth
Chasing, always chasing (this)
Whatever it is that we should say next.
But nothing.
Five minutes of just breathing
Into the receiver.
Somehow, happy-
Understanding that this is,
Although nothing,
Exactly what we'd been needing.
At the end of this terribly long day,
Lying in bed, wrapped in the soft fabric
Stillness, and smiling
But never hanging up the phone.