I whispered into the cup,
Hoping that it would travel through that string,
And eventually make it to the other side,
Your cup
And into your ear.
That you would hear my words
Whats it like over there?
Its nice where I am.
Although I think of you from time to time.
So I whispered into that cup
Hoping for the string to carry my message,
But I didn’t know that you cut that string already.