I like where you are

My words, be strong and sweet
When you reach the place where phone calls meet.

I hope that they swing loud and far

Across the world to where you are

My friend, my love, my calling

Words can run without falling

But I cannot run very far

If I ran to you, my lungs would fail
my muscles are too weak, my legs too frail
But words are the athletes I can never be
they push boundaries, break hearts, and hopefully

they’ll do the thing my track skills never could

and make us universally understood.

                                                         

You like where I am

I wish for where you are

but your voice at least is never very far

because cables run underneath the sea

and carry all your words to me.