Call me when you are walking your dog
driving to your office
weeding your yard
Call me to kill time in traffic
when you have nothing better to do

I am not insulted to be your distraction
I am grateful for the unhurried conversation
that drifts sometimes to things that matter
hints at what is in your heart

I follow your words like breadcrumbs to
hidden places – unspoken words behind words
I am still desperate to know your
dreams and disappointments
do you blame me

You interrupt yourself to yell at the driver that cuts you off
I hold my breath, hoping you will come back to your story
hoping you might call again on your way home