bedfellows

jules is in love with sharon
and he calls to tell me so
we talk for over an hour
about things like redemption
longing
the way the right person can make you feel
short of breath
without words
or explanations
this defies definition
he whispers across the wires
against my closed lids
what am i going to do?
he asks
as if i’d ever know
let her love you back
i offer under the cover of warm blankets
and miles away from there
i’m not sure i know how
his voice catches – breaks – after a silence too long
who does? my voice says
and the words feel like weights too heavy to keep carrying alone