Movable Voice

She gave the text of his voice
her voice
to hear it in her head as she read
until one day
he called
his voice unlike anything she imagined
thin to her deep
edgy to her amused
worried by her laugh
but

significant unto itself

his voice opened her door and
walked out

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About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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