You COULD call me and not miss me so much.
My fingers aren’t the only things that touch.
My voice sometimes breaks through the shrouds,
caresses your heart and mind, lifts the clouds.

But now … ?
I’m recovering from the silence,
from wondering where you went.
For when you converse and wonderfully flirt,
then disappear … it’s gonna hurt.

And I’ll need time to recover
before I can again be a lover.