One fading afternoon, when autumn whispered
but summer wouldn't let go, you broke your nagging promise.
You telephoned to tell me twice how much you'd loved
the time we'd gone to sea together. On turns my mobile
couldn't handle, I lost your voice. Perhaps I made this up,
perhaps I lie. As daylight slipped from me, as five o'clock turned
six, twilight bloomed. I pressed one ear kiss-close against my cell.
Listening hard, I heard each half-word sprout and thread its root.