Remembering

Remembering what it felt like

at the other end of the phone.

Remembering what it felt like

on the other end of the line.

When the first thing I heard was a word from you

and I knew it was the first thing you said.

When the last thing I heard was the sound of your voice

and then silence as I drifted off to sleep.

I remember the words written line after line

and the desperate need to say them.

I remember the care that was taken

to ensure each one was heard.

The memories dance yet still I can hear

the sound and the tone of your voice.

The memories hang like a veil over me

since the sound of your voice has changed.

It’s not the distraction the clouds my sky

or paints shadows across my face.

It’s not the distraction that takes my balance

as I stumble across the room,

It’s not the feeling of longing for you

that takes the breath from my lungs.

It’s not the feeling of imminent fear

that drops me to my knees.

It’s simply the memory of that place

where all roads led you here.

It’s simply the memory of that long ago time

when the only distraction was me.