Between The Lines
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

Deborah Boyer’s poetic expression is stripped-down, accessible, laying bare our fractured inner
landscapes and our perpetual striving toward human connection. A California native and life-
long lover of poetry and fiction, Deborah studied literature at Pomona College and UC Berkeley
and has been published in the literary journal, The Pensieve. Deborah currently lives in Orinda,
California with her husband.
