A Moment? A Memory? ..Or A Beginning?

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011 with permission of the Author.

It was a routine call, a routine day.
The voice was urgent, the query genuine,
I answered, at length.
A pleasant conversation, a pleasant moment.
It passed.
The name registered,
The moment stacked away in the recesses of mind.

It resurfaced with a plea for assistance,
The response was immediate, the connection struck.
Words followed, thoughts flowed,
But strangers we remained, unseen, unmet.

Why is it that when she says, "Take care",
I feel she means it from her heart.
Why is it that when she says, "I was thinking about you",
I realize I was doing the same.
Why is it that when she says "Good Morning",
The sun suddenly peeps out on a foggy winter day.

Strange are the ways of Friendship.
Strange are the strings that tug at the heart.

Do I need a face to the voice?
Does she?
Can anything be more beautiful?
Need anything be?

Only time will tell,
So let the time tell.
'Till then let the moment be cherished,
'Till then let the moments make memories.

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