After a Phone Call

Guzzling one last cup of

French roast coffee

And later,

Contemplating Fitzgerald

I realize there is a great possibility

That I may be in love

But these are things that remain unsaid

In the cracks of my body

Behind masses of muscle

And bones that hold me together

This space,

Holds all my precious whisperings

And the madness of feeling

So totally intertwined

With someone so far away