No more a Stranger

You are no more a stranger to me.

You come into my room every night

Though through a virtual window.

I wait for your call to the tick of the clock.

I now know the meaning of your many smiles,

the phases of your face,

the gestures of your hands.

I have known the sting of your words,

the love of your arms,

You are no more a stranger,

But the familiar face at my bedside.

The sound from the blue box beckons

And once more I run to click,

And you are there with me again

Face to face

No more a stranger.