Call, won’t you?
Pick up the phone and smile with me
Without having to be told to
Join the constant stream
You said it would be
Talk to me through night and day
Even the times you are away
Let your voice resound
Your presence abound
Filling the crevices on display
And the ones that tunnel deep
Resound with memories that keep
Echo chambers of what is past
Do they wait for your voice?
Do they seek relief in reprise?
Or do they know better
That the call is mere chatter
Of meaning that is exchanged
In our daily transactive affairs
Appearances clearly don’t matter
Would it not be nice though
A little voice whispers slow
If there was the ring reassuring
Soothing away the worldly slurs
Till all – but your perfect voice – blurs
So call, not because you are needed here
But it is nice to hear a voice so dear
Call not to solve or plan
But call because that’s all it takes
For a moment real in this world of fakes.