Transit

The voice cracks-
Traversing
Across the oceans,
Beyond the seamless space
To reach this point-
Up to me.

Hellooo!

The voice calls out-
Heart hammering, I sit upright,
Hanging on,
To each word-
Hopeful.

Oh...hi...!

Choked, a sigh escapes
My quivering lips.
And I hang on,
To catch that feel,
The sense-
Of sheer belonging.

Despite the transmission delay,
And the lack of clarity,
I wait,
Savouring the silence,
Knowing-
Feeling-
That heart's beat.

And,
As the connection breaks-
I sit back,
Nurturing the lump in my throat,
To satiation.

And a smile blossoms,
In the ashen silence
Of feeling.