8 AM
You must be driving your truck
As you listen to my voice notes
Over and over again.

An ache.

You put a country song instead.

The long winding roads
stretching on a coast
that I have never been to --
Something that your eyes
can only see.

But you still hear my voice
whispering, "Good morning,"
"Last night was really special."
"Take care on your way to work."


12 NN
You must be having lunch alone
as you always do.
And you flick the screen of your phone
Staring at my photo,
Reading the last message that I sent.

Another ache.

So you put another country song.

But the music
just turns into my laughter
over your silliest jokes.
The melody swells into the rhythm
of our shared panting.
The lyrics of that song
are crafted into our poem.

Just like this poem.


7 PM
You must be at home by now
So you wait for a call
or just at least a smiley from me.

Yet, only silence.

A deeper ache.

So you turn on the shower
and let the lukewarm water
breeze through your skin;
hoping that the rush of it all
drowns my voice in your head --

The way I say "I love you,"
"I have missed you,"
and "I wish you were here."


12 MN
You must be in your bed.
My voice notes on your phone
play on repeat.

Your hand responds to this
agonizing ache.

Your mind drifts.

I am smiling at you,
You are touching my face.
We kiss deeply
in a tight embrace.

Your arms around me,
hands on my breasts,
Your head between my legs
making me forget what lies ahead.

Your pulse rises
And you moan my name...

Have you just reached your peak?
But you say, "I want more of you."
"I want you so bad."

Now I am snuggling with you.
You are kissing my forehead,
Right there in your bed.

The voice note stops.
And you hit replay.