A phone calling out in the dark

Clings to my room,
hiding in corners,
waiting for me to find--

and when I do,
a flood,
there's memory
it's warm and taunts me,
tempts me with--
something like truth and
it brushes against me,

burning from the inside,
the outside over my skin;

I reach for you,
through thought and time and space
and we can change it,
hold it in our hands and
make it feel, and touch

There, somewhere--
your lips and mine,
A phone calling out in the dark.