For reasons that we won't go into right now, I feel like blogging a poem that I wrote back when I was 21 years old.
Technical hitch
Alone again.
I stare at a name
In the telephone directory.
Can those five digits
Really lead to you?
Alone again.
I stare at the phone
In the corner of the room.
Can those twisted wires
Connect me to you?
Alone again.
I stare at my heart
In a state of grave despair.
Can my trembling hands
Deprive me of you?
1 comment:
Jeez, Kanikosi, this poem makes me sad, I hope you are not feeling this sad just now . . . I am guessing that you are going through the Will I /Won't I call her?, try not to, though if it were me, I would, I am hopeless in these situations! Take good care.
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