Conversation Forever
Our voices linger on this line desperate to stay together
Sending requests to our nervous systems for any information we can gather
We hold relationships accountable for not practising this method
They tap our line hoping to record our feelings, we have mastered that method
They can't find time to analyse the hours of recordings produced by that
particular method
We never say "goodbye", our voices share a conversation long after we doze
off
Lights off, television off, the words exchanged light up everything else
Oprah has been looking for us for a while, maybe she should pursue
something else
Purely constructed from above, no men can tamper with
Our line is the only visible line in their radar, they can't stand it
We watch our words like parents looking on as their son fades away to the
college residence
In our relationship we are permanent residents
She has a door locked, "Isivumelwano sakhe" (Pyjamas) on,
Although sleep and exhaustion are locked outside, their entrance is somehow
inevitable but we are reluctant to look outside, so we carry on
Her voice sets off feelings that I can't describe to save my life
She knows exactly what she needs, she needs me in her life
"Yah neh", that phrase takes a huge part of our conversation
It is so simple but it holds a lot of words unsaid
If I hold the line long enough, she's right next to me
We know how to say "I love you" without actually saying the words
If I hold the line long enough, I see her making coffee and then making her
way right next to me
We know how to say "I long for you" without putting it into words
We both wake up in the middle of the night with phones on our ears
We have a look at the door only to realise that sleep and exhaustion have
made their way through.
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