What joy! You’re here!
Town or country,
In a park, or a lift,
On a train if I’m lucky,
In my bed, near the witching hour.
Your voice!
Always available
At the ‘press and hold’ of a button.
Your message – now old –
Speaks of arrangements, long passed.
You laugh.
I know every intonation
By heart,
But I smile nonetheless,
Waiting for the ending: your
Signature sign-off
Voice like a six-year-old boy’s
Uncertain and high-pitched
For an audience of one.
Words blend together and
Reach the one I like best:
‘Bye!’
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