that is my voice you hear
listening for hours at a time enjoying each
syllable, taking each in as though it's been an eternity
since the last conversation spoke.
hoping time would stop so this bond
could never end, stalling each and every
chance opprotunity brings until forever.
slight glimpses of exaustion, slumber
soon cannot be avoided, waiting longer than
time allows to express emotion.
hanging up only to raise the reciever
and hear that dreadful tone of a flatline,
though staying very much alive.
resist calling back, dreamland awaits
each's arrival to be placed where the long
phone lines wish to interact.
forever is not an option, every second
slips away, a painful reminder of natural laws
taking effect without permission.
loving until the end of time is
obtainable, never wasting a second to turn
around and see life passing.