Phone Call From The Hospital Poem by shimon weinroth

I phoned
And you answered
All my fears
Washed away

As if they'd
Never been
I could feel the tendrils
Of empathy

Embracing
Petting and fondling
I sighed
That you were not here

Your voice music
A balm to soothe,
The tone and inflection
Cadence reassuring

The words enhancing
Crept into my being
And I breathed more easily
Its so good to have you

On my side

By my side
Infinitely
Warmer
With no in between

Shimon