Say It Again

I begged the silence,
after you hung up,
to hear it again
that wavering whisper:
My love…

I needed you to say it
like you meant it,
when we’d meet
with no radio waves in between us,
so I’d know it wasn’t a dream.

I needed you to speak the things
you only dared to think
when we were apart,
as the far distance stretched,
isolating us
more than we already were
with those silent words
and cold hugs
of yours.

I needed you to know
that I yearned for things
you never gave.