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Monday, February 7, 2011

Long Dial Tone.

I'll call you
everyday
till you answer
the phone
and I hear
that pearly smile
say my name.
But I hear
an endless dial tone
and I can't help
but think
maybe you've
moved on.

You always said
we could still be
friends.

3 comments:

  1. I can feel the obvious longing, but the hint of obsession that makes the reader wonder if there's more to the story here.


    (Psst! It's d-i-a-l)

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  2. Like this very much, nice one. :-)

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  3. A common feeling captured well JB.

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