It’s amazing how the internet white pages
List cell and landline numbers going back ages
I would try the most recent ones if I had the nerve
Imagine connecting with you again
With the now you even though
Time shouldn’t blur my memories
Some detailed so brilliantly
You may relive them like old movies
Anytime you rewind the reel
And play it again you imagine
How it all comes back as if then you were now
The same providence of your secret smile
That whisper from your lips still drawing me in
Ever mesmerized by you descending a moonlit staircase
Eyes private as an unlisted number space
It a tight booth steaming frosted glass
How impossible, really, to see you through
Running a frantic palm around the cloudy window
Finally panting no clear vision of the now you
Because I hang up before even trying a word
Lanning Lee 