Contact
If I asked a question
for every fax I sent
I would learn more
from your answering smile
than I could wonder while
the dial tone became a call.
I would feel happier
if you wrote the wrong area code
than if I’d never seen you.
The waiting would seem
more like meeting a friend
than wishing away the seconds
and I might tap my foot but
it would be because I liked you
and life can be like that-
shaking me to the core
as I stare at black and white.
Next time you ask me
to dial your number
I’ll want to know to where
and if you liked it there
when you were younger
or if this new life is better,
because I’ll know that it’s really both.
And then I’ll smile and hand you the page
confirming we made contact.
-April Stublefield