I sit and hear you

sigh

there is no line

that decides like yours

no storm no ocean

no river no state line

no railroad track no freeway

no door no wall

not even a mountain range

you picked a day to call me

back

it might have been the day after you met me

again

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 in mine