when the long distance call
was
romantic.
standing in a glass booth
along the highway
in the rain.
late at night.
a pocket full of change
ready.
to hear her voice
again.
after so long, too long
away.
when did we last speak,
days,
weeks?
this morning, she says.
not long ago.
i miss you too,
she breathes, you are
so sweet.
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