I Owe You
The ring of the phone
brings your voice to me.
My mind tingles with delight.
You do this to me
Without ever touching
And yet, inside
I am touched.
My mind boggles at the thought
Of never knowing you.
A scenic spot on the map of my life.
You are an experience.
One of life's bountiful treasures
The pearl in the oyster.
The footsteps of my life
Traveled down this road.
I might have taken any other route
But you did this for me.
And now I owe you one
An experience
to touch you.