The Call

I spoke to a friend on the phone.

We hadn't talked in a while.

There was something in her voice.

Something I hadn't heard for a long while.

It sounded a bit like she'd just eaten hot toast with peach jam.

And as if she'd found a missing ring behind a book on the shelf.

Add in maybe surprise at hearing a ringtone playing a forgotten melody.

I kept her talking.

Not about anything.

But not about nothing.

Because I just wanted to hear her voice ...

again

and again

and again

sounding happy.