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.