At first, Afterwards.

At first,

when her voice came out of the speakers,

it was strange—

I could not recognize it.

Days and distances had driven the ears to the point

of forgetting 

what dreams could not

let go

and what the heart

would not dare losing

for it had stand just

too much longing.

After a few minutes,

notes and tones became clear

and her voice was once again warm

like life could never be for too long.

But when we finished talking,

I walked toward the kitchen to wash up the dishes

and hang the clothes to dry

and caught a glimpse of a fleeting reflexion in the mirror

of my face—

smiling for no reason.