Early autumn, late spring,a call comes through on the phone:“Hello, it’s me, can you hear me?”

My eyes clouded over the screen,two teardrops fell upon it:“Where were you, when I needed you near?”

I said to you, lost and trembling,anger and longing stirring within me,still in love with your voice.

Ah, your voice, so full of trembling,softened my soul once again,you still come to me in every sleep and waking.