two. phonecalls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we trade 'i love yous' as presents,

lazy little gifts, soft little laughs.

smiling into miniscule black boxes,

pressed hard to our ears.

 

hummed melodies to share

and memories to mull over,

tears to shed over what we were,

and what we could have been.

 

'what if's whispered like secrets,

a shared future spoken of

like we're certain of it,

instead of terrified.

 

learning and teaching to whistle,

for no reason whatsoever,

debating animation,

and whether or not either of us

have any talent.

 

we want to make something of ourselves.

 

and there is found,

a stronger connection

across staticky phone lines,

that found in any magnet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

A fine piece of work

[Angela]

Very melancholy. "A shared future spoken of, like we're certain of it , instead of terrified. This line resonates with feeling.