A Love Song
You called me againbut I could not hear youbecause the distance was too greatand your voice was smalland though you were persistent, I have goneon with my life, finding something tinyin each hour that I keep safe, a thingyou might have touched or said was worth havingand our words were neither sharp nor hardand the days seemed so long and lovelythat we hardly noticed how time had turned against us.and all the while I listenedfor your voice,listenedthrough the wall of days, through the long, deep nights.I am listening now.