You never call--
the bounce and frission
off satallites seems too odd,
you've said
odd that our voices wouldn't
meet in the middle
they way they do when carried
over and under land
by wire
It worries me
when ten digits appear,
glowing and vibrating in my pocket
announcing you want
my attention
my hellos are cautious
your voices is strong
and for
some reason, this night,
you just wanted to know
where I am
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