Your voice, lowered to the whisper
   of the wind,
each syllable like a golden leaf
my ear to the phone, listening,
three words punctuated by silence.
Set off and separate, almost
in the white noise of the line,
a different, an almost silent,
said, "I love you."
I answered, my words surprising
   me by their solidity
and without a quaiver in my voice,
replied, "I love you too."

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