I am walking out in the rain, and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again. It’s been three months. I know you’re busy. But I’ll keep calling for as long as you keep waiting to call me back. I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at the old-school receiver that’s somehow attaching me to you via this strange, metal cord. I’m still thunderstruck that I can reach you across a continent – still thunderstruck that “reaching you” means hearing your recorded voice roll back to me through the wires here in the rain.
Both Hands (song line prompt)In by Lucía on February 16, 2011 at 9:52 pm