“Hello?”

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

We chime in at the same time

You ask where I am

Do you want to know

Do you understand

What’s in between us

I’ve heard all your words

Have you heard mine

I hate the irritation I sense in my own voice

Where is it born

I think about life as an hourglass

And my soul is torn

I must choose patience and kindness

But they say there’s bliss in blindness

I have to pick up

Would you for me if I was in a dark cold ditch

You gave me your life

Shouldn’t I give you an inch

Just one thing – don’t ask me to speak up

I’ve been here all along

On the other end

Let’s both lower our voices

Can you listen

Your memory and your hearing aren’t gone

Maybe the irritation is that I am the same as you

The apple under the tree

You’re my mom

I’m right here and if you need me I’ll come even more near

I want you to know

The cell service is clear  

Hello