That Phone Call

a poem

your voice was music to my soul

the way you spoke, it made me whole

without you round I’d spun about

a part inside screaming its shouts

your angel’s chords, they’d switched me on

‘twas your dark beauty — all along

I’d so longed for in every place

yet found within your choir’s grace

for nothing’d ever be the same

my heart, its beat, would not be tamed

to simply hear your softness speak

had brought me back to self for weeks

you felt it too — you said that much

to hear my voice did lift you up

emerging sense of something true

such joy abound when I’m with you

there even through some stupid phone

you’d bloomed my sun — you’d brought me home

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