Missing You

I've got to get a life,
somebody else's perhaps,
for mine is fading fast,
its signposts,
its diagnoses,
its daylight.

My child,
sometimes i miss you so much
that i can't feel you,
though i dream you,
hold your little feet,
call you "baby".

Do you miss me like that
late at night when
your anxiety comes on,
relief ten digits away,
clear as a bell my
voice across the wires?