So I picked up the phone and HIGHLIGHTED your name,
it counted visually for me the lifetime of seconds you did not answer.
On the other end lies my heartbeat, my laughter-
a piece of my soul.
So I exhale, holding onto this lifeline.
Watching the picture of you-seemingly smiling,
Knowing the last of that light is frozen,
in the muted frames of my cellphone screen.
Conversations of a life passed by seem to flash before me and
I feel that quietness began to trickle down.
I am having coversations with the memory of you and
realize the Hello I am responding to is not real.
Hearing the tones of your voice recite such familiar words
leaves me talking to the space between us.