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Scraps and scribbles from 1960 - 2015 |
I tried to call you twice tonight It wasn't important - I just wanted to hear your voice and give you a surprise. I was lonely For you and I wanted to talk I am disappointed, but you couldn't have known I was going to call. It's an empty feeling and a full feeling - a bottle is all stoppered up inside me with wanting to talk to you and if I did, I would let out all that has built up and replace it with love and the sound of your voice. Can you understand how I feel? I want to write and tell you I love you and that I miss you. I want to say things that are bubbling up from my heart, but I know on the phone, I would only say regular routine things. Just to hear you talk But on paper, with a pen, my heart usually talks as it is doing now! It is saying I am lonely and empty inside without the warmth of your voice to fill me. Over and over, it sighs "I miss you", a very gentle rhythm it has - funny, it goes to the beat of my heart! It flows through me and surrounds me, leaving me hollow and empty. It is a yearning for love that leaves me feeling vacant. And love can be just the sound of your voice I wish you would call. I write this swiftly and despairingly - knowing that you will not call, yet, hoping against hope that you will. I feel this is a poem, yet I can't take the time to make the lines even. Read it as a poem. The phone rang - it startled me in the stillness; It wasn't you. Why not, I am saying, why not? my mind answers - always I have my logic to reason with me. But my mind doesn't comfort me because it does not have compassion. And it does not fill the emptiness inside. Composition Information ▼ |