Your voice, lowered to the whisper
   of the wind,
each syllable like a golden leaf
   falling,
my ear to the phone, listening,
   hearing
three words punctuated by silence.
Set off and separate, almost
   submerged
in the white noise of the line,
a different, an almost silent,
   voice
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."