Your sleepy voice
over the phone
when I wake you up
from an afternoon nap.
Warm voice,
like a puppy just awake,
your defences down,
sounding all sweet and tender.
Sounding all mine..
Your beloved voice
calling me just before midnight
to say goodnight.
Warming my heart.
Because I've missed you
terribly
this past half of a day
without your energy.
Because we got to hold on
to the little things
until we are back
into each other's arms again.
P.S.: me squealing with joy
when you told me the date
you're coming again.
Only squealing joy
is real joy....
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