Something from a bit back, maybe even another lifetime:

Seven years past, according to the records:

i sure do wish you'd called tonight

i could've stood to heard a(your)friendly voice

in late evenings where epitaphs

seem more likely than song

i don't know what i might have said

or even if you could have supported

this peculiar bond i feel so strongly 

that we have

as if in my universe

amidst the roiling and mistaking

we may fall back on each other

(even in error)

we may fall back on each other

and know the comfortable palm of connect

if you had let your voice

come down the line to me

i would have known what to name this feeling

this tiny ship called hope