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.