Friend

You called, shattering the silence of your night,
breaking the monotony of my day,
We spoke, 2000 miles apart
Bound by threads entrenched in our past
Often I forget those tiny details, your signature smile
The movement of those restless hands
But I knew when the voice broke and was soft and it reassured me,
That you and I are constants in this variable existence
But you were only in the Caltrain.