she waits
by her phone
for a number
she has memorized
no name is attached
to his contact
just ten digits
and she'll know
she waits
two minutes
five
eight
her finger hovers
over the green button
before she decides
to press it
his number flashes
across the screen
sitting on her bed
phone at her ear
his sweater warms her
his scent comforts her
his voice soothes her
soon it's late
1 am
her head on the pillow
she smiles
yawns
says
"goodnight"
but neither
hang up
she falls asleep
to the music
of his timbre
and when
he does not hear her answer
he softly
calls her name
a smile
curls his lips
he listens
to the peaceful
sounds
of her breaths
for moments
then
whispers
"goodnight, my love"
into the microphone
with only
the moon
the stars
the night
to hear