Wednesday, May 23, 2007
it is hard work to be still
my heart is a radio tuning
to something other than
empty frequency
it is cluttered with the static
of your absent SMS; restless
from missing what is not
and my aching ears tingle
at the slightest sound
even silence can startle me
into checking my phone for messages
again
I try to read and I try to work
and I try to not wait so eagerly
for something so trivial
(but words are not trivial -
each word is heavy with nuances,
each sentence with meaning)
the cell phone beeps:
1 message received;
and I feel loved already
until I find out
it's not from you
I go back to staring at the screen,
which promises neither relief nor reward
-taken from masqueraded
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