Every night, I lay awake wondering if
I'd get to hear the rasp in your voice again.
I would lie there yearning for you;
hoping that you'd somehow call with concern in
Your voice about how my day has been.

We'd laugh til dawn peeked past both of our
Windows; sometimes it seemed as though time
Just flew by. I'd think to myself, questioning how we could
Understand each other so well even though we haven't
Even seen each other face-to-face.

And as his voice melted in my ear, I realized that his words
Complimented mine like purple compliments yellow, combining
Both of our thoughts to create the most beautiful painting of "Starry Night"
You have ever seen.  His tongue seemed sugar-coated with the perfect
Balance of charm and intelligence. I wonder …if that rugged voice
ever gets lonely in that one-bed apartment.

I imagine it does.