The Conversation

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Breaking onslaught
Of the long battle
Turned guerrilla
The ring of a phone
With its piercing Clarion cry
Brought a potential for peace

Press of a button
A hesitant
“Hello”

With merely the sound of her reply
Began the ballet

Like an excited puppy
His soul
Anxiously leapt
Furiously pulled
Ravenously fighting
Striving for union
To be again complete
To play, to dance,
To frolic with the heart
Of a cherished friend

Desperate pull of the leash
All the while
Carrying out the parry
And thrusts
Necessary
For the verbal fencing

Amazed to hear her voice
Nonetheless
He asked the questions
To answers already known
As if on rote
Movements followed patterns

So many times before
So many movements

Although his heart longed to make sure she was alright
All it wanted
Was to break through
And simply hold
To simply
And wordlessly
Take her in his arms
And without a word
Just hold
Just hold
And be held

But

It had to hold
Off
Just a moment longer

Conversation continued
Each movement
Testing the safety
With each advance
Behind each strike
Neither side
Pressed for a kill
Or even
A wound

Delicate surrounding

All left unsaid
Was to be left unsaid

Then came the moment
That point in every conversation
Often less
Than an intake of breath
Where
On the exhale
Could come the message
Of preparing departure

Time stopped
For a moment
His heat paused
For a moment
Little did he know
At that moment
That on the other line
Her mask had slipped
Just a little
For a moment

She continued to talk
To open
To reveal
For a moment

His heart leapt
The leash by which it was being held
Bit into the hand of the master
Although commanded to heel
It strove unabated

With tiny paws his heart
Barely touched the heart
Of his long lost companion
Although the touch was light
It none the less
Was a touch
A warm nurturing touch
And for a moment
It was able to play
If only for a moment

How did he know this?

He heard the most glorious sound of all
Simple harmony
Whose absence had tortured his soul

Her laugh

Not fake
Not false

But her laugh
Her laugh

It was her

Born in her heart

And in that moment
The puppy broke free
As puppies long to do
Ran immediately to his former pack member
And furiously began to play
To laugh
To live
If only for a moment

And

Her face bore a smile

Suddenly it didn’t matter
If the sun nestled on the horizon
Was rising
Or setting

Her face bore a smile