I wander nomadically around our room <br />awkward and homeless in our bed <br /> <br />All things familiar seem foreign and far <br />my space widening uncomfortably <br /> <br />The phone rings, and your voice <br />right then reconnects the halves <br /> <br />I hang up whole, catch a wink <br />from a star dying light years away.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halved-2/
