It's funny how that telephone wire
Transmitted so much more than words --
Your acid pain pumping through my bones.
I'll never get another call from you
Hear your voice again, sometimes
Flat, sometimes with that cheerful strain
In a way that said so much
More than any of your words.
I'll never hold you to my chest again,
I'll never cry myself hoarse again, suppress
Another sob for you because
I lost you.
Now when I lie awake at night
I think of you who I remember, then I
Am aware of the abyss,
The numb and gaping pit
Which now pervades my mind.
I hope that your odyssey takes you to happier places than those you found here.