Poetry "Sustenance"

i hear your voice on the wind

carrying me
cleansing me

i feel your hand in the way a feather-
lost-
rides its secret, random highway
brushes past me
fleetingly

i feel the loss
and lack
and emptiness
of knowing i won't see you
until the day is done

but all that really matters-
all that moves me
is your voice
through the telephone
laughing at the cat
and saying that you love me