Muffled Voices

Two closed doors and the distance the width of a wall. Two voices, one yours the trebles are normal as they rise and fall. In this moment you aren't going crazy. In this moment what you say makes perfect sense. I can pretend you're saying anything but what you're saying when I hear muffled voices. I think of: black and white movies, a Philadelphia Story and I Love Lucy, non parels, you basking in the sun, Neopolotin ice cream, elephants who never forget, Victor Borge and the way you laugh, your tan skin against your denim dress. Memories can't be just old friends, No, they can't be. When I hear muffled voices