She texts me as I hang up the phone,
after talking for an hour,
her words reaching me
in the same way her
voice does,
stirring me up on the
inside
like renewed coals,
She saying how much she
Enjoyed talking to me
I tell her the same
fumbling over
the small keyboard
of my cell phone the way
I sometimes stutter
when
I'm embarrassed to speak,
each letter, word or more,
a painful exercise I need to complete
before I stumble off to sleep,
my response eliciting her to respond
my head already aching
for the soft embrace
of my pillow
while I ponder if she is as soft to touch,
my fingers throbbing as I text,
yet not from the effort of this conversation
, tingling in anticipation of what might be, could be,
and what she likely
feels like
if I do,
aching all the way down.
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