*Insert No Sound*

I know you are here,
Here just happens to be There.

Our diction has grown...
repetitive, to say the least,
from the hours we have spent "together"
on the corner of Electric and Connection.

The Black beckons me to bed,
but the Silence keeps me here,
Holding hands through a phone line.

A sound gets so far.
A breath says so much.
We have found intimacy thirty-seven miles away.

I hear nothing,
And I like the sound of that.