I sit and hear you

sigh

there is no line that devides like yours

no storm no ocean no

river no state line no

railroad track no freeway

not even a mountain range

you picked a day to call me

back it might have been

the day after you met me

and you still noticed a wave of

happiness crush over me when we meet

and I lap up your

conversation, a hungry dog

finding water in a desert

I have an

overwhelming sense of

how to relax

when you place your hand on mine