July 21, 2011

Morning

His gravely voice today
was more beautiful than ever,
even though it sounded so very, very tired.
Wishing I could crawl within the telephone line
to lay his graying head upon my comforting lap.
To whisper into his ear
tender words my heart holds.
But even though he is miles from me
I don't need to hold him
to love him
for he is never farther
from me than my own
heartbeat.

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