I want to write a poem
like the conversations we once had,
a poem lasting two hours
(with brief interruptions
for loss of service)
written
as you sit on a train
read
as you clean your room
covering every topic
trivial and deep
for the pleasure of talking.

[I want to leave

blank spaces
for the pauses

comfortable silence
when I listen to your breathing]

I want to create images
on paper
of nothing
of doing nothing
of what I had for dinner, what’s on TV
and know
that none of it matters
the words I choose
are not important
the contact
the connection
is all.