Classic Poem

My hand reached for the telephone;
I said Hello and asked for you,
And then, as dumb as any stone,
There was no other word I knew
To say.
What was there now that I could tell,
When I had seen you yesterday?
I had to ask if you were well,
And when your voice gave the reply
It held me, and I could not go.
I could not let us say good-by;
I spoke, of what I do not know —
Of anything to keep you there —
It did not matter what we said,
It did not matter — I did not care —
So that we need not break the thread
That held us, invisibly, each to each;
Our two selves, bodiless in speech.