On Hold

A call that rings three times.

Once; pupils dilated and eyes connected.
Twice; a finger to lips and a silent “shh.”
Thrice; a step away and a quick “hey, babe.”
Two minutes and thirty-two seconds ended with a quiet “I love you.”

One minute to catch my breath,
one minute to hold it,
and 32 seconds to lose it.

An Unforgivable wait followed by a, “now, where were we?” 

Photograph by @ptankilevitch