Your past, beliefs, ambitions, and even
your face remain unknown,
but, for a moment, I heard your voice and imagined who you
Three months passed while I called and
listened, each person became a new moment or, as they say, a new
wrinkle on the brain.
Over hundreds and thousands of miles I
I heard your southern twang and your
french Canadian pep.
I listened to your breathing, heard
your children playing, and felt myself lulled by the timid drones of
your television. However, all of these sounds were merely background
noises to your cautious and tender hellos.
I did not ask for your permission to
share our private experiences but ultimately I believe it is my
choice to give them away and
I think it's better that you don't know
Hopefully, our time together will be
relived by many and your voice will continue to travel farther and
farther than it already has.
Sometimes I wish I could say that I
love you or that you could say that you love me, but regrettably, I
am sure you have already forgotten about my call.
So many of you said “hello” and
only a few muttered “goodbye.”
So for those of you that hung up before
bidding farewell I will do it for you.