Human existence passing between two cracked screens,
Miles apart but to them only a few seconds it seems-
Two ears pressed eagerly to speakers awaiting replies-
The window to the soul is no longer their eyes
But the voice, and for that they are both surprised.
Ten minutes fade into two hours,
Like sun drenched wallflowers, spilling their secrets
They talk through the night and fight through the bleakness, of their everyday lives.
Words entwined across the sky from lips to lips, fingers to phones and then comes connection,
Each syllable holds meaning and they both understand despite the inflections.
Echoing sentimental thoughts and debating creation,
Some words are lost in the static but they don’t need a translation
And it’s beautiful that the sharing of stories, and poems and songs –
Can connect two lonely strangers who only talk on the phone.