conversation

Fiction again, sadly.

Talk to me.

It doesn't matter if it's about what. As long as I hear you, it's good enough for me. Over cups of coffee or not even face to face, doesn't matter--it's you and your thoughts that matter.

All I want is just to listen; to taste your words and twirl them with my tongue, feeling every shape of each syllable as I imitate your speech like a baby learning her first words. New yet familiar, I sink into a state of jamais vu as your voice drops to a whisper when you reach the end and reason of all that has been said and done.

Succintly summarized in three words that I can barely say.