Like a Radio

for Mel

Her voice whispers over wires

   and she lifts a glass for me

   showing what the liquid means

With words that buzz

   out of static and fuzz

   in my brain's lost and frightened haze

When last we gazed

   face to face

   and caught each other's eye

A decade, since, has turned the page

   and life keeps passing by

Vastly miles separate

   but still our souls connect

With simple phrase

   or whispered prayer

   or bottled sorrows spilled

She's somehow here

   when I'm in need

   an unexpected friend

And after all the time and space

   I find I need to feel

She gives my hand a glass to hold

   and pours another drink