February 13, 2011

  • it is the moment...

          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.

Comments (249)

Comments are closed.

Post a Comment

Recent Posts

Categories

The End of Days

February 2011
M T W T F S S
« Jan   Mar »
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28