Late night Phone call©

A voice in the distance
Static breaking the silence
Words in my ear
The velvety darkness
Blurring realms of fantasy and reality

The chasm of space
The exchange
The same as always
Words mere words
And how different can they get
Time and again
Yet each exchange fresh

Memory fails how, when, why....
And somehow
Nothing else matters
Except the whispered tenderness
Of what might not be

For a while I lie
Smiling at the exchange
Not mere conversation
Intense- perhaps ritual
Laugh at the same pauses
The oft said
Reassuring regularity..
Somethings change
But they remain the same
More concentrated in the darkness
More compelling in the night
Then I turn over
And let sleep take on.......