your voice has travelled miles,
pieces of mosaic tile
unraveled from its pile
and deposited in my mind.
each word put down on file
as our dialogue stands trial
after cracking false denials
we hesitate to find.
when moments are defiled
our silence lasts a while
you catch me with your smile
I pick up on your designs.
you part with grace and style
like silt brushed down the nile
I stare through the redial
and think of you as mine.
