just one hour from now
i will know your voice again:
our fate will be determined
through miles of telephone wire,
an occasional crackle of interference,
a sigh here and there.
the inability to say everything we want
will hang constant in the spaces
between our words. perhaps you will
cough
once or twice
to fill the void.
or maybe i will
-to keep from hearing the silence
when you have nothing left to say.
-to keep myself from saying too much
that i will later regret
when the connection dies in my hands
and so many other things...
so many other things die in my hands.

01/19/2003

Posted on 01/20/2003
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