Honour

How is it that we speak with one another

So much

How is it that I know your voice

So well

You're so bored

So often

And I'm the one waiting by the phone

With bated breath

I'm honoured

'Hmm,' you say, 'The honour is all mine.'

Author's Note: I love this piece solely for the long conversation that preceded the stroke of inspiration- thank you.

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