It is rather simple...the liquid syrup of your voice, the slight husk of an accent from the low country, the brief laugh and the hum and echo of when you say "hmmmm..."
Such transport...retrieving in my ears and reminding me behind my eyes that whisks me fleetingly to a place where I can picture you...
Therapy, the natural release of the sound of you inside of me that relaxes and regales...reminds, lovely tiny lit match reminders of a million words said before...that you uncannily make sound new.
Brightening everything...restorative balance, calming and removing the layers...the beautiful sweet sound of you bolstering my day, hastening my pulse, re-awakening parts of me somewhat dusty, corridors in places left behind in disarray, rejuvenation.
The high sweet arc of my mood when you are simply talking to me, sweet outreach, a brief connected few minutes that I scramble to revisit but clumsily realize you are now gone, the phone is off and I am left with the song of you distant in my head.
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