One of my favourite poems. I still haven’t gotten over my love of early morning calls.
I’d pick up the phone from my bed
In those early airy hours of dawn
And call you.
There are no frequent pauses to pull me through your distractions
I am not tucked away into the mists of your schedule
I always love that sleepy silky voice of yours
When you’re not so sure of which realities you’re in.