I don’t know you,

and I say this will pure love and kindness.

I don’t know you

because when I fell,

an injured wing,

you felt deeper for my heart,

and because you touched the heart

when few believed it was there

I sang my song for you

again and again

over the telephone wire

until it was just my voice carrying along

and for all I know you slept.

I haven’t heard you talk much since.

I want to know how to listen.

I have hurt your wing.

You’ve been carrying me along.