On The Air

We haven't talked in close to two months now
But I still hear your voice
every thursday
from 12 to 2
as I listen to your radio show
With each song that plays
I imagine us together
laying still as the records spin
Eyes closed,
ears open,
mouths moving with the lyrics
as they escape from our lips
And for those two hours
everything stops
and I feel normal
I feel inspired
I feel happy
And life is okay again,
if only for those two hours
After each track finishes
I hold my breath
in anticipation of hearing your soft voice
awkwardly introduce the next one
And it is always a great choice
It is always a pleasure to listen to
And as that second hour passes far too quickly
I listen intently to the final songs
and create a mental playlist,
an imagined soundtrack
for the week to come
Until the next thursday
and the next midnight;
the next chance to hear your voice
and the songs you have in store
The songs you play for everyone
Hopefully, even me