empty space

i wonder if you feel it too;

that tension at the end of each call

the silence hangs in the air, over telephone wires

the hesitation before we hang up

when you say "Goodnight,"

I reply in kind and

betray my own heart

in the process.

"Goodnight, . . "

i love you.

i don't say it. i never do.

i said i would wait for you.

i meant it.

i will wait while i know you are trying.

but i cannot wait just for

nothing to come.

i love you, but please

don't make me do it alone.