two. phonecalls.A Chapter by freelancejouster
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,
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.
© 2011 freelancejouster
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