I can’t call you anymore

Someone

stole the phone book

Cloned the pages

Cut out the numbers

Bind the fronts to backs

Called it ‘ a songbook ‘ :

This is a song for two – sung by two

Each to stand on opposite poles

Each to sing across the holes

As they fall in line

Ears do hum a rhyme

Sound to cast the invisible space

of a labyrinth

Will to trigger an audible secret number

for both

or

let this be a shared thought

Oh only then …

Sure!
I’ve called you again.