She had been away on this trip
for nearly a week.
I call her hotel.
Her midnight talks
were always full of giggles
and sudden well devised moments of silence.
On the phone I cannot see her face
nor know what suddenly made her laugh.
For a second I hear only muffled voices
and then she's back with me again.
-"Are you there alone?"
"Honey, I told you I am" she answers, her voice mocking.
She still giggles but
now it sounds like
broken
glass
and her moments of silence like an opaque window
-"How did you pass this day? Did you go to that museum -" I ask.
"You remember that film we saw?" she answers
and starts laughing and doing some obscure imitation
of an actress I never liked. "I saw it again -
the other day."
"You forgot to take that Pin I bought you last christmas" I say.
"I didn't like that film at all" she answers.
The moon touches the phone-cord.
suddenly I hear on the other side
far in the background night noises of her room
a man humming a tune
our tune.
"Are you there, honey?" I hear her voice.
I hang up.