Hopeless, Hapless Love

© By Kathy Armijo

The timbre of his voice

Clear, articulate

Melodic, seductive

Completely bombarding my senses

Who is this man

Whose face I do not know

Is he tall, dark and handsome?

Or, is he the spitting image of Austin Powers?

His voice calls to over the radio

Reminding me of the time of day

Some inane bit of trivia tumbles out

All the while I shout, “Speak.  Let me hear your voice.”

I am lost in a world where his voice is all I hear

I live for 7 o’clock in the morning, Monday thru Friday

I called the other day to request a song

He answered.  My tongue was tied.

But his “Hello.  Hello.  Caller are you there?”

It was just for me.

Now I call everyday just to hear him say, “Hello” to me.

My friends say I need to get a life.

I have one.

I live to hear the timbre of his voice

Clear, articulate

Melodic, seductive

Completely bombarding my senses