PHONE WIRE IN GRAVES
Waiting for a phone call
Hoarding memories surrounding
A nest of sorrow
She's deep asleep
I watch her...
dreaming dreams of happy times but gone...
Busy walls with mounted smiles
A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy
Curtains shielding tears
Three phone devices that do not ring...
I must go back to my reality
I cry, she cries...
Our phones do not even sound busy...
Invisible wires of the soul crash in memories...