A vibrating feeling,
in the middle of the night,
vibrating cell phone,
sheds glowing light.

A pressed button,
and a soft hello,
you don't have to look,
you already know.

A silken voice
sets your mind at mass,
she says I'm sorry it's late,
but can we talk, please?

The longing in tone,
the cracking of voice,
in need of sleep,
but you have no choice.

Conversation ensues,
settling minds and hearts,
I miss you and love you,
is like a poisoned dart.

I'll be home soon,
at the end of the week,
those telephone touches,
runs a tear down your cheek.