Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2021
I have to strain
to remember what
your voice still sounds like

your tone your cadence

I figure
if I dig around on the dial
for a little while

it will come through
scratchy

at best

whit howland © 2021
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
  229
     selina, ---, not a prognosis and Sheila Haskins
Please log in to view and add comments on poems