a conversation that never happened
Monday, April 11, 2005
a phone call
your voice
stirs me
yet
we get by another call
without talking
the thought
that emotion
all those feelings
the longing to say them to you badly
yet strongly held back
i wanted to tell you
wanted to shout it out to you
i wanted to whisper them into your ears
wanted to let them out
the desire to arrest you
with tender voice
gentle words
but all wrapped up with a few simple casual words
straight voice
indifferent tone
and when the moment passes by
the call ends
there's nothing left
but a dial tone
nothing left
but a conversation that never happened
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 9:23 PM |
