By Megs
Date: 13 November 2000
Lost Touch
I wrap the phone cord tighter to me
as my bare feet cross the cold kitchen floor
your whispers are a soft touch on my cheek
if I hold the phone close enough
and slow tears trace down
wet my lips
in your absence
We share silence over the distance
There aren't enough words to describe missing you
last night.
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