It is the moment of our disconnect.

I absorb the silence at the other end
As my heart leaps back into my chest
And words yet unsaid scurry about my brain
Like little children unrest with the zest

Of a treasure hunt that’s never-find.

And I eat those words like a witch
Might swallow a fidgeting Ginger Bread-Man.

Then finally my mind is still

And I regain the will

To pluck the receiver from my ear,
Yet my throbbing heart is all I hear
And the fear that is aloneness
Huddles in the coolness of my shadow once again.

And I  ache for the softness of her voice:

This distant, long-distance lover-friend.