Our Call. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

For a moment I hear your voice,
All the turmoil inside of me stops at your vice.

I wait for you to say another word.
Then there's the silence which makes my feelings curd.

So I speak before you do.
Hoping to break the silence with you.

Sometimes I am unsure of what to say.
Just hearing your voice was nice at that time of the day.

Although I was busy at the time.
I would've have replaced anything with your sweet chime.

So will we have another call like this?
I do miss your sweet bliss.

For we are not in person,
Therefore have little means of sharing a lover's conundrum.