Hello, Hello

Hello, hello, I listen to the sound
of her machine which waits for me to say:
Hello, hello, we make a welcome round
although we know our welcomes always stay
I hear her voice like medicine for pain
Does she hear mine? I try to sound like love
I love to say “hello;” it’s how I gain
my daily knowledge, her I’m thinking of
The day will come when phones are obsolete
I’ll feel her breath touch warmly on my cheek
Hello, hello, will be left incomplete
we’ll touch, we’ll love, I wonder if we’ll speak?
Her touch and love are in her sounds, “Hello.”
And I am in her love, I know, I know.

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