He is the first spring flower, breaking through the heavy, cold snow.
“How are you?” softly glides into her.
Tears stop, drying to salt. 
She reaches through the phone and gives him a kiss.
A silent “thank you” replies its answer. 

The soft sounds of his breathing tickle the ears.
A missed comfort that used to not be there. 
A horrific yell booms through the phone.
“Ha! Got’em!” follows a surprised squeak.
Maybe the comfort is not always missed. 

Closing her eyes, the sound of Luis has her back in his room:
Taking a nap while he plays his video games,
Curled up with his hoodie and soft, fluffy blanket, 
Breathing the scent of warm sweat, Sonic grease, and an Old Spice 2-in-1 body wash.
Faint beating of the heart can be felt once more.

A ringtone taunts me, creeping cold where warmth used to be.
Shadowy sadness overcomes, seeping me through the bed.
Messages echoing through space cannot replace.
A missed comfort that used to not be there.
“Goodnight, Anna Kae”