Radio silence

Still here — a voice from my notes, January 1998.

I hear your voice as clearly as though you were standing here by me.

I can close my eyes tightly shut and feel the warmth of you on my skin and the buzz of your presence in the room.

And I can do this over and over if I press rewind and play in my mind.

But the truth is, if the radio signal drops, you are gone once more, and I can't fool myself into believing I feel you here.

I'm alone once again.