I miss you. All my minutes last too long, particularly at night—while your pillow and I reach for each other and wonder... when will the scent of you come home to fill all these hollows? Then the phone sings, and the thump-thump, thump-thump... of my heart joins in, promising your voice and your face, saying now all is well.
On the screen, your eyessparkle with longing and love.I drink of your shine,taste the strength of our bond,and feel distance fade away.
detail from a photo by Pratik Gupta, on Unsplash for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #14: “silence is not a natural environment for stories”).
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Then the Phone Sings
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A true poem for our times!
ReplyDeleteSigh.
Delete"All my minutes last too long, particularly at night," I feel this on so many, many levels my dearest Magaly!💘 The corona situation with its ever expanding claws threatens the outside environment as well as inner state of hope, but we must hold on. No amount of darkness can ever extinguish the light that burns in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I wanted to be one of the first few to wish you a very happy birthday!!!🎂🍰 May you always continue to shine on!💘
Hold on, we shall!
DeleteAnd thank you for the birthday wishes.
I can feel the ache (and I know it well). I hope you are reunited in more ways than screen and voice, soon.
ReplyDeleteNine weeks later, we are together again!
DeleteBeautiful and romantic
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday xx
Thank you, Marja.
DeleteIt's hard ... but thank the Goddess for technology, eh? (I just came from a video chat to my son and his family in Melbourne.)
ReplyDeleteI wonder how the people who used to talk about virtual relationships not being real are feeling about the current situation.
DeleteThis poem speaks to me, Magaly. It’s tender, full of longing, and reflects what so many of us are feeling. I love the personification of the pillows, reaching for each other, the use of smell to evoke the longing, and the very welcome intrusion of the phone.
ReplyDeleteAw, welcome intrusions are the best.
DeleteAll my minutes last too long... that's beautiful...and painful...
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is...
DeleteYou narrated perfectly what so many are going through now. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anthony.
DeleteOnce you really love someone you want every minute with them. You feel comfortable with them and there is a wonderful feeling of being safe. Beautifully written Magaly.
ReplyDeleteAnd, my goodness, is sooo hard to relearn how to sleep alone.
DeleteEven if it's just for a while.
DeleteLovely love poem. I feel it and have felt it.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
DeleteOMG I'm sure I could never capture this so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ron.
Deleteyou have expressed the longing so well.
ReplyDeletewe will not berate technology again.
I shall be right there with you, not berating technology.
DeletePowerful poem--the long minutes, the hope once a face appears.
ReplyDeleteThank you, C.
DeleteHow beautiful how romantic. Luv this a lot
ReplyDelete🎼Happy Birthday🎶 Happy Sunday🌷🌷🌷
Much💗love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteSo beautiful is your love. So palpable in this poem. Loving hearts will hold this time in memory forever, and the reunions, no doubt, will be oh so sweet.
ReplyDeleteI believe you're correct. And the holding will be especially strong for those who have to spend the time apart.
DeleteLove, love, love this piece! Romance, longing and love captured like a song...
ReplyDeleteOne of your best, Maga.💫👌🏽
Wishing you all things beautiful and delightful on your birth day, month, and always.💝
Thank you so much, my sweetest Khaya!
DeleteThank goodness for screens that show familiar and beloved faces during these perilous times!
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
DeleteI remember when it was fashionable to pooh-pooh certain forms of technology. But thank goodness they exist so we can see proof of love existing and flourishing outside of the walls we are confined too during this pandemic.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness, indeed. If the case was different, we'd probably be screaming (louder) by now.
DeleteSo tenderly penned. Though, your words could apply to any number of reasons for separation, the terrible stakes in play, if social isolation is not rigorously kept to … adds a far deeper poignance than say - for example - separated by out of town business.
ReplyDeleteSeparation, by any other name, makes the heart weep.
DeleteYou have captured these feelings in your words! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stacy.
DeleteAll the minutes at night sometimes seem to last forever. Then the minutes apart seem to never end. Thank you for giving me these thought, Magaly. I hope your birthday was well.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good birthday. And my Piano Man is home now. So, we shall celebrate again!
DeleteWe are fortunate to live in the era when we can at least connect with friends and family electronically. Imagine what the isolation must have been like during the flu epidemic in 1918! It is so good to see loved ones, even if only on the screen!
ReplyDeleteI was just talking about that with a relative. He has refused to use video call for years. Not anymore--and now, he is quite grateful for it.
DeleteThis is the ache and the hope that flows through each of us so beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie.
Delete❤️
ReplyDelete;-)
DeleteBeautiful! I can feel the pain.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Baishali.
DeleteSo much longing in these thoughts. I hope they are just your talented write and not that your PM is really far away. Not now, when he is most surely needed.
ReplyDeleteHe was far away. He was gone for more than two months. But he's home now, so... the longing has been fed.
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