Conversation Forever

Our voices linger on this line desperate to stay together Sending requests to our nervous systems for any information we can gather We hold relationships accountable for not practising this method They tap our line hoping to record our feelings, we have mastered that method They can't find time to analyse the hours of recordings produced by that particular method We never say "goodbye", our voices share a conversation long after we doze off Lights off, television off, the words exchanged light up everything else Oprah has been looking for us for a while, maybe she should pursue something else Purely constructed from above, no men can tamper with Our line is the only visible line in their radar, they can't stand it We watch our words like parents looking on as their son fades away to the college residence In our relationship we are permanent residents She has a door locked, "Isivumelwano sakhe" (Pyjamas) on, Although sleep and exhaustion are locked outside, their entrance is somehow inevitable but we are reluctant to look outside, so we carry on Her voice sets off feelings that I can't describe to save my life She knows exactly what she needs, she needs me in her life "Yah neh", that phrase takes a huge part of our conversation It is so simple but it holds a lot of words unsaid If I hold the line long enough, she's right next to me We know how to say "I love you" without actually saying the words If I hold the line long enough, I see her making coffee and then making her way right next to me We know how to say "I long for you" without putting it into words We both wake up in the middle of the night with phones on our ears We have a look at the door only to realise that sleep and exhaustion have made their way through.