October 30, 2002

  • It is the moment of our disconnect.


    I absorb the silence at the other end
    As my heart leaps back into my chest
    And words yet unsaid scurry about my brain
    Like little children unrest with the zest


    Of a treasure hunt that’s never-find.


    And I eat those words like a witch
    Might swallow a fidgeting Ginger Bread-Man.


    Then finally my mind is still


    And I regain the will


    To pluck the receiver from my ear,
    Yet my throbbing heart is all I hear
    And the fear that is aloneness
    Huddles in the coolness of my shadow once again.


    And I  ache for the softness of her voice:


    This distant, long-distance lover-friend.

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