Many Times

You put me on hold
as I listen to the rain outside,
collecting on green leaves,
washing off the buzzing bugs
as they splatter against the window.
I patiently listen
to the quiet hum
on the other side
The drone of life and voices
echoing forever on.

Many times
I have strained to hear you
over rain and noise,
and longed to take you up in my arms
to listen to the soft gentle
beat of your heart.