Tuesday, September 29, 2015

I wait for that one phone call from you
Waiting to hear your voice
I see your name pop on my screen and I know
This is the moment. The conversation
That will change my day, even life.
The silence breaks into hellos and more
But alas! We merely rearrange those words
From many a yesterdays
Like a magician who won’t go past the same act
Who won’t look up his sleeve at his exploding heart
We hang up and I wait for the next day
Blood surging in my veins
Not knowing what to do with it

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