| View Blog
|
|
|
|
Sorry this is more of a recolection than a poem.It's not great but I'm working on another.
I laugh forgetting my worries in the conversation
Then in the backround I hear it
What I have heard only inside my head
For three long weeks
Your voice
I want to reach through the phone
And cling to you
But I know it is over
Loving the sound I do not respond
Listening just to the low note of your voice
I am holding my breath imagining your face
Letting go of me
I am now with you
Back in that old room
Holding on to you
You holding on to me
Then the phone clicks and the memory fades
Your voice is gone leaving me in pain
|
|
Posted by Mienai on 2008-08-11 22:58:56 | Rating: | Views: 25
|
|
| |
|
|
Email This to a Friend 
