nervous to call.
nervous to write.
nervous to hear the voice,
of a known stranger in the night.
but it was different this time,
and despite the wire i could feel the warmth
of that shine and smile.
stoic both, in past precautions
so the world had woven in our hearts,
tombs of unforgetting,
looking west for all we’ve lost.
in reverie, in broken parts.
you’re doing well.
i’m glad we spoke,
and so am i.

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