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Josephina

the voice on the phone
sounds so distant, metallic
through all of those miles
of wires and light
the crackling connection
that won't let us whisper
so much in my mind
and so out of my sight

the scribbles on paper
your love in blue ball point
a poor second-best for
your words in my ear
it's just not the same
when it's put down in writing
the things that you've written
things I need to hear

the text in the chat
could be anyone typing
how to be sure if
that's you on the screen
keyboard and modem
that can't quite connect us
bridging yet stretching
what lies in between

twas the night before last
that I dreamed you were with me
I held you so tightly
so glad you were there
and once I awakened
I just couldn't believe it
when I reached out to touch you
and my fingers met
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