Up late,
But for once my eyes,
Cooperate,
And I see the messages,
Clearly,
She wants to call,
Really?
She wants to hear,
My voice?
But why would that be,
Her choice?
I panic, shoulders,
Shaking,
As I swipe right,
Taking,
The call and hear her,
Speaking,
I speak and then she's,
Freaking,
Out like me.

And followed an exchange,
Of spoken joy,
As the best of friends,
Heard each other for the first time.