Whisper of a shadow

I hold my phone up to my ear and hear you breathing gently

I quickly wonder what you’re doing

Always the overachiever

You read my mind and tell me

You sigh and say that you’re laying down in bed

Gazing up at the high ceiling

That’s making you feel stupidly small

Aching for the day

we can finally be together again

The smile in my voice is clear and I let it hang in the air

It feels like the smell of rain, evident but hardly there

I move around the room, searching for something to fiddle with

Words seem to stumble out of my mouth when I’m distracted

I ask you questions about the beginning and the end

Does it make sense to you?

Does any of it make sense to you?

There’s a pause, and I briefly wonder if we have lost our connection

But I know you

And I know that you have a habit of pacing

Back and forth, wondering how to phrase it

You’re a whisper of a shadow

A sketch that someone described

I can’t reach you or feel you

But in your voice, I hear you and see you

And that’s the beauty of being one phone call away