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You agonize over what to say to me.
You wonder if you
said it just right.
Did I get the wrong impression?
Did I turn my head and
look away
from the phone
As if you were here.
I smile at your
dismay
Because it matters little
What you say.
The sound of your voice
Is enough to make me happy.
You needn't worry about content.
You could
recite the stock market quotes
And I would feel the flush of pleasure
On
my cheek.
It's not so important how you speak to me...
As how
often.