Thoughts of a Telephone

He whispers through me,
Words bled from his heart
And I carry them, precious cargo,
Pressing them softly against her ears.

She trembles as she holds me,
And I know she wishes I was him,
I hear it in her voice,
As I carry it back to him,

I feel it in their silence,
When words are not enough
And their breath runs through me,
And I wait, knowing hearts ache.

I bridge the gap of miles for them,
And though I cannot help them touch
I can let them speak volumes
And help them feel close

But I am most privileged of all
When she holds me close to her ear
So I can help him tell her
I Love you




Janet Reid
july 2008