i called the house phone today just to hear you pick up i wasn't expecting to get upset let alone cry on the sixth floor of the library i felt my heart escape my chest your voice echoing in my ears to leave a message for you to get back to later you sounded so present a voice is incapable of sounding lifeless it will always sound jubilant, eager, active for these four distant, dilapidated months i can almost wallow in ignorant, distant bliss it is sporadic reminders like this that take a toll on me they age me years in a day adding wrinkles to my young skin every time i hear you on the other line
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