For the first time
in years, I have spoken
to you; not in person, alas -
on the phone, it is true.
I snapped your heart
quite perfectly
in two, but time brought me back,
back, back
to you. And through
my thoughts you swallowed a cliche,
while I whistled and stared
out at the waves, then
in a whirl of skirts,
I walked away -
Only on the phone.
I forgot your voice,
so there were only words
after the tone, a message
to remind me
that I’m lovingly
alone.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
For the first time
in years, I have spoken
to you; not in person, alas -
on the phone, it is true.
I snapped your heart
quite perfectly
in two, but time brought me back,
back, back
to you. And through
my thoughts you swallowed a cliche,
while I whistled and stared
out at the waves, then
in a whirl of skirts,
I walked away -
Only on the phone.
I forgot your voice,
so there were only words
after the tone, a message
to remind me
that I’m lovingly
alone.
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