a smile in your voice

photography, poetry, writing
 The day was pushing along 
just as crowded 
and lonesome as ever.
The sun shone,
clouds drifted, 
people remembered to breathe. 
The sun set, 
books got read, 
prayers indubitably said. 

And then— 
The phone rang and it was you.
You who says things,
regarding my whole person,
as a gem
polished up,
an unaffordable prize.
The moon beamed,
art love shared,
unspeakables were spoken.

From start to end—
A smile came over my face 
emulating your sweet voice. 

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