The Telephone Wire 1.1


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.

The End

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