Tonight you call unexpectedly.
As always, catching me off guard.
And I hear the cotton wool
And the glass in your voice.
I listen between the words,
Spoken slowly tonight,
And hear the softness and brittleness
That drips from your soul.
I recognize what this is.
You have saturated me.
Poured, with every thought,
Yourself into me.
Filling every cell
Every muscle
Every movement.
And when you hang up,
Every moment
That lies between words
Is heavy with unbearable longing