She stared so hard at the phone number hoping

as if, by sheer will,

the numbers would

connect themselves

and he would

answer and know her voice.

Her fingers would not dial,

and her  

heart would not slow down so

he would never know

that in her dream last night he kissed the top of her head

and filled her with lightening that she felt when she awoke.

(c) R. L. Elke 2016