The World of Myth Magazine

The phone clicks and you are gone.
Back into the ether, back into what I pray is not a dream.
A million miles away, your smile remains,
And a million miles away, my heart longs to feel that heat.
Click the phone connects and one more time I hear that voice.
That smooth velvet that slips down my subconscious into places
That remain in dreams.
Click.
That is the sound of my life as it starts and stop.
Click and you are gone.

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